Paradise In The Suburbs

Word of the Day Challenge: Paradisiac

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Jolyn Tallman lives on a street

where all of the houses look freshly painted

and all of the women bob their hair

and wear jewelry they bought on their last vacation

to Mexico or L.A. and

Labradoodles and cats sun themselves in their picture book  backyards.

 

The woman on Jolyn’s street belong to book clubs

and sniff their wine before they sip it

except for when they are alone

and no one is around to watch them

and applaud them for how cultured they are

with admiration beaming from their eyes.

 

Sometimes on Jolyn’s street

a visitor from another world stops by one of the houses

that always looks freshly painted

and the visitors all sit on the edge of their chairs,

with their hands clenched tightly in their laps

and smiles plastered on their faces until it’s time to leave

 

and when they leave

those visitors get into their cars

and roll the windows down

they turn the radio up

push their seats back  and in that moment

they find  Paradise in the suburbs.

Drawn To It

For Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt: Magnet

I like to look up,

into the sky

with my eyes wide open

even if it is raining

or snowing

Or pigeons are flying over head

desperately shedding feathers and poo.

 

I like to look down at

ruts in the road carved by cars and running water

and ice puddles

with cracked surfaces that remind me of aged skin

and gardens that have gone to seed patiently waiting for next Spring

 

I’m drawn to them all

like magnets to steel

like silly girls to pretty boys

who wear to much cologne.

Deteriorating Daisies

Putting My Feet in the Dirt December Prompt #8 Deteriorating Daisies

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do you know what the people who know me are going

to bang on my gravestone when that dark day comes?

it’s going to say

“she was okay- 

I guess “

All of the sudden the thought of dying alone and anonymous doesn’t seem like such a bad way to go.

Better to be 

Jane Doe

Then So- So.

God, I Hate This Thing

RDP Tuesday Prompt: MASK

 

Behind my mask

sometimes I smile

and sometimes I cry

and sometimes all I  do is curse and curse and curse.

 

The truth is:

 

Behind my mask

I’m not really smiling

I’m not shedding tears

but I really am cursing and cursing and cursing

 

And if you ask me why it’s because:

 

I don’t own just one mask

I own more then three

they each look different but they’re really the same

and when I put them on

the one thing they all do

is  make me curse and curse and curse.