Saturday, December 3, 2011

Gingerbread Girl

Sitting on the warm bricks on the back porch at noon.
The corpse pose.
The rungasm at mile 5-1/2 that makes me laugh out loud.
Lying alone at night with him, cracking filthy jokes, laughing at the world, forgetting for a moment that we are parents of teenagers.
Books with big words that make me feel smart when I read them.
Tossing said books aside and fucking instead.
Inhaling chocolate with wicked debauchery.
Pretending to be Juliette Lewis in the opening scene of Natural Born Killers.
Running in long dresses, tangled and unbrushed hair, barefoot, with dirt in my toes.

The Velvet Verbosity 100 word challenge- "Escape."



  1. barefoot, with dirt in my toes.

    whenever I see you write that it always makes me smile to no ends. I miss that.

  2. It ain't just lip service. The hems of a couple of my long dresses are torn to shit and I spend an inordinate amount of time washing my feet. I even have a special brush that gets the dirt from my toenails. I wish I was kidding...

  3. being the other half of the egg I totally believe that and knew that it wasn't just frivolous writing. I wear shoes because I'm forced to not because I enjoy them and no matter what I do the bottom of my feet are always black.. and I too have a special thingy that i use to scrub the black off. While I don't do long dresses..the hems of every pair of pants I own are shredded to pieces... I think it's just how we feet and torn hems..

  4. Nothing wrong with special toenail brushes. Or throwing away big worded books in favour of physical pursuits.

  5. Ahhh, life! Complete with chocolate.

    (Picture me, in the shower, doing the twist on a microfiber cleaning cloth.)