What's in Your Hair?
What's in your hair?
1. Lint.
2. Bluebirds in flight--nondescript little birds until the sun hits their back feathers just right and then it's like God has entered the room. The blue! The blue!
3. Three-pound dumbbell.
4. Stick of margarine.
5. Cloaca.
6. Red-haired girl who sucker-punches you, runs a couple yards away, red hair streaming behind her like a proud flag of pain, then bursts into tears, as if it is you who has injured her.
7. Smaller hair.
8. The Constitution of the United States of America.
This is a meme to all and sundry. What's in your hair?
1. Lint.
2. Bluebirds in flight--nondescript little birds until the sun hits their back feathers just right and then it's like God has entered the room. The blue! The blue!
3. Three-pound dumbbell.
4. Stick of margarine.
5. Cloaca.
6. Red-haired girl who sucker-punches you, runs a couple yards away, red hair streaming behind her like a proud flag of pain, then bursts into tears, as if it is you who has injured her.
7. Smaller hair.
8. The Constitution of the United States of America.
This is a meme to all and sundry. What's in your hair?
posted by Wanda Ball at 3:01 PM
7 Comments:
So, yes, I am and am not hiding from you. Because I spaced, I mean spaced everything but our TUESDAY breakfast, yes, that's right, the one I set for Monday. That's what it's like in this brain, add a blueblue mood or two and Sister, I suck. I am the sorry thing because I meant to call you the night before I left for FL. Number on my hand when I left the house. Number in a lather at a sink and down the drain the inky digits and my plan. Tomorrow I am a new girl. I'll try to win you over. I've buried the last one in the yard.
I love your blog and I want some oatmeal with you unless hatred prevents you from dining with me.
I just returned from Tampa (loved it!) and will email you later. I'm feeling large-hearted and open to the blogworld. Also, impulsive. The sea does this to me. Our sorry village will flatten me again in a day or two.
Family music? Neil Diamond, Glenn Campbell, Englebert Humperdink, Greek stuff....
Now do you forgive me? How could have I turned out otherwise?
What's in my hair? Hmmm, let me check...
1. A map of the Paris Metro system
2. The treasure of the Sierra Madre
3. a geology textbook
4. Amelia Earhart & Fred Noonan
5. 4 and 20 blackbirds
6. a Smart car
7. the missing 4th reel of "Just Squaw" starring Beatriz Michelena
8. a rapidly disappearing iceberg
So that's where I left my geology book.
What's hiding in my hair:
Little bits of my scalp.
Ice cream cake.
A cat hair.
Blue glints of sky.
Attila Joszef.
Meatball.
An unidentifiable birdsong that goes: twee twee twee.
C
-Grape Nuts
-dog hair
-tiny story fragments
-a crazy uncle
-a cat of a different color
-Shylock
-Marie Antoinette
-a somehow still working pen
dead skin cells and bandanna lint
me-smelling follicle oils
very tiny red spiders & their invisible prey
a tuneful menagerie of exigencies
(ruled by) 3 blind mice
(who are the keepers of) old hat stories (who like)
smoke
rain
(are the color of) rootbeer stains;
the sneezes of my loved ones
book dust
floral and fawn smells (and fauna)
muse droppings
cozy particulate visitors
sham / poo
accidental feathers (not as in ferrah faucet kind i often hope)
sea salt and sunshine and dirt
and oils from my lover's hands;
bedtime stories...
Wow! What great poems! Thank you, y'all!
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