Booyakasha.
You know I have a life other than this, right? RIGHT!?!
Just making sure.
Best Photo
I know I mentioned Jen last week,
but I couldn’t resist.
This picture is AMAZING.
The patterns, the faces, the ass-shakin’.
Best Story
Rachel’s lovely story about a cat
that isn’t spotted or
female.
Hottest Picture
Welcome to another Jenn.
Hotttt.
Creative Interpretation
I figure if lots o’ Photoshopping isn’t stretching the concept, then a non-photo portrait isn’t, either. (Don’t worry. I’ll only ask you to suspend disbelief while I totally cheat this once.)
From Marigoldie:
Excuse Me, God
I want you to touch me with your hands
Or ignore me so that I’ll know
You’re gone, I want you to flip on
My light at 4 a.m. or else let me
Really rest this time, hours in a row,
The thick kind, the dream sleep.
If you rode with me to Saturday yard sales
I could remind you of some of the things
You made, stained bibs and orange lipsticks,
Hot rollers and mirrors leaning on oak trees.
We’d paw through them together, you
Whispering the story of the cowboy lamp,
The rug, how the lives twisted on and under them.
I would limit my questions. I wouldn’t give you away.
Remember when I stepped on the nail?
Was that an act of you, because
I’d been lying and smoking
And I was only nine? My treehouse, years
Earlier, I’d cussed there too. Did you
Make that boy crazy enough to hurt me
As a lesson in advance about s-e-x?
I know you want me to weep with gratitude
For replacing my blood with your son’s,
Almost like a human father, changing
The oil in his daughter’s car, it allows him
To remain his creator forever,
To place her in his pocket and forget her.
FIN!
