The waitress serving my coffee is wearing cat's eye glasses. She smiles and pours and her bright red lips part to reveal a smudge of lipstick on her front teeth. As if she'd bitten her lip and a single drop of blood stained her teeth. No.... as if she's a lioness who's just brought down a gazelle. Should you tell a stranger she has something on her teeth; that you can see the gazelle blood when she smiles?
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There are sidewalk cracks under my feet. "Step on a crack, break your mother's back." Since my mother died long ago, will her bones crumble with my crack stomping? Some days, I walk only on cracks.
In the dark, navy blue and black look alike, which is why I 'm wearing two different color socks. If I spend the day standing up... no one will notice.
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AuthorCharlie Sandors is a peculiar young man with an even more peculiar hobby of attending funerals and delivering eulogies for people he does not know. ArchivesCategories |