songanddancegirl

freedom tastes like reality

another close call  as in  within inches of my life

this time an umbrella helicoptering  in a freak gust

of wind

we’re talking inches people  ditto the rock  (not him!)

near miss  last Saturday  annihilation squandered

yet again

on my way toward  the umbrella   strangely thinking

about a story  my newly dead mother told me  repeatedly

happened while she strutted down  an NYC street  circa 1943

pushed out of path  of a runaway tire  at 19  lived another  79 yrs

(now that’s mazel!)  some here too  yesterday lost a sparklyblue

sapphire bracelet    Swarovski

fall leaves everywhere  a blue elasticband  near severed head of

chickadee   i trod on+on  again fabulous mom’s words  ringing

it should be the most important thing you ever lose 

said re: wallets glasses pens virginity

the mist lifted  +there near purebreddoggie diarrhea  the bracelet

all dungbeetle+glinting   on the walk home reflecting  on her losses

the most important things    ever to lose

children breast husband homes parents sisters friends joie de vivre

she died naturally  mild infection sunrise jazz    +as i face a brand

new year  5784  with the freedom of being freshly orphaned   i sense

that she is  THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I HAVE EVER LOST

along with the last shreds of my immortality   i remember too  her

bottomless grief   for her mother   ditto me   bottomless  motherless

and free  ?

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get married have kids come for dinner come for holidays cook clean cook

don’t go to school  be a slave  take the yoke   smile darn ya  smile

New Year  Fall 2023  ..now what?..

what a husband does in the woods stays in the woods

fuck the head swiftie for stealing my new bf  Travis Kelce

preceded by Alex Anzalone  of the blondemane   when it

comes to men   i am not deep

though i remain ardent re: a longstanding no creeps policy

husband #3 is decidedly  hunk  a lifetime forest ranger  tight

with Yogi    Boo Boo his favourite tentmate 🤟

apparently BB  intense bear-gastritis   husband briefly dated

boob’s sister-in-law Bruin Hilda  too   though he kept his huge

hands  off of Yogi’s  Cindybear   with the greatest of difficulty

he is definitely more simpatico with bearnakedladies

human girls too clean-shaven  brazilians make him gag  (!)

(perhaps tmi )

in any case Travis Kelce will tire of Taytay  as did John Meyer

he who opined:  she is one limpfishy dullbiscuit queenbitchy

but John sleeps and tells  he said of Anniston: old boringskunky  COUGAR

yessssss!!!

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Fall 2023  ..let she who has never felt envy..cast the first stone..

my haggis lover

husband #3 had a dream  haggish+fatefucked

yes! there is such a thing  he dreamed of  Morta

she one of the 3 sister fates  who cut the thread

of life   +choose the manner of your demise

she carried a slingshot  +launched death orbs at

young girls  et al.  once she tossed a can at a  20

something  who had escaped the rock  instant death

ensued💥

she did this  because she could   playing with us little

humans  her grimgame  Morta  ghastly  gaseous  gnashing

fell in love with Scotty  sent a near-human fly to bite me

at the cemetery   where i visited my freshly dead mum

it took a chunk from behind my lame knee  decidedly heart

shaped  the scar now jagged through the centre   Morta ate

of the pink flesh  +thought me brisket-ey   NOT as much

of a treat   as he

brawny  will eat every cracker in the house  as crumbs catapult

driving home from longish holiday  in homogeneously white

Ontario town   Morta raised her sling  she wanted rid  of me    rude bitch

then to sink her teeth into  scotchmorsel  he didn’t skip

a beat  drove sturdy  missing transport splatt by inches

the rock hit the windshield  my side    NOT today Morta

i want more of my sweet wife’s  decrepitude

today i sit under a giant tree  +wonder if it is the type

dropping thick trunks onto hipster heads  in my local

park   and as i  contemplate my narrow escape  i decide

that i am    out of

shrivelled+shriven

in a lakeside Ontario town  where low camp was invented

selling 60 buck  crafty felt gloves  with appliqué   there is a

perm-a-cross in the sky

with the words  lest we forget  scrawled across the goodyear

blimp  people my age limp  weighted down by smores  +regret

i sense they want more

here an old goatyhipster  sidelong Tom Waits energy   i can see he

is slighted by my aloof  don’t step one inch closer to me  glare   your

filmy bedroom eyes tell me   you are in need of pulleys+pumps

the much touted art exhibit  at the 18th century church  POSTPONED!

fairytales+fantasies  miniatures for the cancelled  (seriously)   i am told

that the artist suffered a tragic death in her family

by a woman with  a red lip  +yellowing wig   now i sip coffee at the Dizzybird

Cafe  where the merch is all march-hare🐰   i would never live here  though a

rather longish visit   reminds me  that i am not dead    as yet

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Fall 2023  ..need a cheerier vacation spot..🌻