You're not getting out. Not from this, anyways. The land doesn't allow shacks with stone foundations, or even dirt. No home. Just fines. Because it devalues the mansion besides it. You pay the price but do not own the land. It takes you whole, demands you give more and more slices of a pie that's … Continue reading For Free
Tag: ramblings
Honey
I forgot that honey makes me think of you. Your mother horded all her harvested honey in jars on the highest cuboard, though she had sworn a life of sugar, dairy, meat, and wheat celibacy. Honey was all she had left. Honey for another day. But you'd take down a jar, when you'd make me … Continue reading Honey
Budget
Electricity changes from month to month, But, on average: 100...Maybe. Garbage: 20 Phone: 48 Car Insurance…we’ve been in too many wrecks. Medication: 50 something That changes all the time But I’m mostly ashamed that I even have it. Gas: 200 More insurance: 93 Because it’s illegal to not have enough. Groceries: I don’t want to … Continue reading Budget
Scrape Me Off
Scrape me off till I'm just bone, no muscles left to ache. Leave me limp on somewhere soft and in the sun to bake. Pop my joints, let nothing stick to aggravate or scorn. And when I'm done resting in peace, put me back once more.
Bringing in a Homeless
A ghost walked through my door, tagged along by a tiny, three-year old responsibility, and asked me nothing, but heavily implied and sagged until I offered a bed. A ghost walked through my door, heavy, weary, with echoes of drugs in my head, medical or otherwise, waiting till I offered food to announce that she … Continue reading Bringing in a Homeless
Dry
It's dry and gray outside. I'm dreaming of naps and Monsters, despite knowing the chemicals will induce unrest. There's bumps minute in pain, but satisfying in their defeat covering my forehead with puss. Blink up, dry eyes, to rain? Not yet. Skies here love to tease too much of moisture. Deserts don't do me well. … Continue reading Dry
I Want to Howl
I want to howl for the pain, strip down to all fours, bristle and fang, yowl like the dying for at least there's an end to that. I want to tear skin and flesh built over the years the cover the original me. The me who danced in summer rain, napped beneath swamp coolers, and … Continue reading I Want to Howl
I Am a Horrible Person
I am a horrible person. A 600 pound woman, with flesh hanging like veils past her limbs, gave birth to a 40 pound baby not too long ago. And all I could wonder was how it had gotten there in the first place. ...You're probably a horrible person too.
Autumn Nostalgia
I think it's getting chilly. I can smell Halloween and taste Christmas, and can't help but feel I wasted Summer. No more beaches, no more swimming, no more laying out in bright sunshine. Look forward. I know. But I don't have balmy warm days, and drinking in rainbows of leaves just doesn't happen. No more … Continue reading Autumn Nostalgia
Catwoman vs. The Plig Dress
The hanger lied. The leather pants were not my size, and my cheeks ballooned like white mushroom tops above the black waistband, promising, and failing, to make me Catwoman. Nah. I'm a thick calved black pillar to hold up the white marshmellow balloons, so thick the band that won't swallow pushes them up to my … Continue reading Catwoman vs. The Plig Dress
Author T.S. Lowe 