“Morning Page”.
Pages.
“How are you?”
“Errrrrr” said my belly.
“Lavender” said the area between my ears.
My shoulders reached up, yet a lightness extended to my toes.
He licks and licks, adding a bite to my ankle.
He has the arrogance of one who knows their good looks.
Everyone wants to touch him.
Wants you. until he has you.
I’m used to it.
My fingernails are red with green pinkys and it makes me smile.
“You are not my daughter” she says when she sees the Xmas lights on my toes.
Ho Ho Ho
Sprinkles of Color
Random.
With Bright Yellow
And Orange
And purple so dark there are no specs of light.
Struggles with Lime Green Shirts and Turquoise Socks can be too much without Black Jeans.
Stars in a sky so dark I can’t find my way.
Right. Left Right.
And then The Sun.
Ah, Page.
You went all the way