impostor...
white trash
right where she was all along
it's always an interesting day when...
the birthday brunch
on the corner of
red and you wish
cast away
spicy arugula
ever-splintered
this may be what her soul looks like...
a few years later, many things still fit
when she schedules a mid-week, mid-morning brunch with the girls and knows to clear her schedule for the day.
when she ditches class.
when she could live on pink jello salad.
when she falls asleep on the couch with makeup on, contacts in, clothes on, watching michael keaton play batman.
when she receives a letter in turquoise and weeps for the lurching of her soul. who is this soul that can simultaneously love and be loved so profoundly?
when she is spontaneous.
when she truly believes that anything is possible.
when the music is never loud enough.
when she is no longer responsible for everything.
who is this impostor?
and what have you done with candace?
5 comments:
seems you've had a great day. :)
she is right where is was all along.
That comment made me lurch in what I thought at first was a laugh, a play on titles, and then I looked closer and realized it was a sob.
Those shoes, quite the sexy legs!
AND
I spotted it in the background! You have it on your wall! AHH! I am green with envy.
i agree with umber.
I enjoyed this journey so much, so much... those handsome ladies, impossibly high heels, splinters, earth-born friend, silky dog... and that hint of bridal white.
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