FACE
A FACE THAT SCREAMS TELL ME YOUR LIFE STORY
Today my favourite purveyor of jeans told me how the whole
jeanthing really began in L.A. Then as I made my way to the
door she told me so much more all the while playing with her
topknot hypnotically Her mother had been sick 10 yrs. before &
wasn’t like her mother anymore:
My Dad was her enabler +sometimes she thought there was poison
in the food on our dinner table
Then at a party on Saturday a new friend said: My father was beaten
viciously by his & my mother died when I was 10 Almost everyday
he told me I was a worthless loser Both the jean purveyor (21) & new
friend (67) had a rat’s nest of fear+unshed tears about their person
His father a fallen king & rabid alcoholic beyond saving Her mother a
pearl had a relapse 2 yrs. ago and now she’s just back in denial
So why do you all persist in sharing your plight your muss your shambles?
Though I have spent many years with strangers in rooms can you not see that
I am dressed for a different kind of success & my skies are now always so blue?
You can take the therapist out of the room but you cannot take the room it’s botch
+it’s doom out of me
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Fall 2014
songanddancegirl 