sharplittlepencil
Lack of self-control caused me to grab the remote from my husband, who in return hugged me until I gave it up. Then we turned off the TV and switched to other, better things.
Who's the controller now?
What would my girls do without support?
The comforting yet uncomfortable underwire that keeps them in place.
One to each side; each in stride, not swinging side to side.
Thank you, Maidenform!
This phrase is about to be interrupted by my husband who just walked in
Now he breaths a laugh in my ear
and kisses me on the back of the neck (hint hint)
and leaves because I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo busy here!
Not really. Hope he stays so we can make out.
There is no measure to success
only to suckiness
for one may really, really suck at something
and many will think the endeavor successful
But if you REALLY suck, there is no success in that.
Have I succeeded in explaining this?
Kitten in the kitchen, shelves of kitsch itching to be dusted
Kitty does it with her tail.
Good kitty. Nice kitty.
Kitchen keeper.
Oh I thought you said fags
and that would be really impolite
seeing as my daughter is a dyke
Oh, I mean queer
That was her idea of ID
not mine
We have problems with the Q word in my generation.
Fangs. Sharp. I get it!
Seats of power
are generally filled
by pompous asses
They consume all
until their chairs
creak under their weight
Pouring in the window
Bathing our skin
Unashamed
We lie entwined in each other's arms
Welcoming sunlight for a threesome
Chattering women in the coffee shop
talking about Tupperware and other senseless pursuits
Oh, and don't forget
Bristol is on Dancing With The Stars
Fulfilling life, huh?
I don't see you on my schedule
you words, you rhymes
You, that muse
Maybe tomorrow - have your people call my people
We can do poetry lunch
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