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A Poem by Colleen Mills
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A Poem by Colleen Mills The Pea Princess She arches like a bowed branch of willow, Quivering from stem to leaf. With each flex of the wrists, Roll of a shoulder, Gentle realignment of the ribs, The lump burrows deeper. Now beneath the breast plate, Now between hipbone and pelvis, Now knotted at the base of the neck, Clicking between the knobs of the spinal column Where the vertebrae, like the panels of a washboard, find the lump, As it rickets over the thinly sheathed bones with each shift in motion. Whether between knucklebones or toe bones, Nestled in the many small joints and junctures of the body, It journeys like a pebble smoothed over in a sea of feathers, Pressing against the inside of the knee cap, Working its way up the thigh, Wandering the flesh land of the belly. Each night the same rotation As she arches, curves, twines her body about the bedposts, Weaved like a tight shoe lace between the pillars of the bed, Spiraling between the sheets Trying to find the one place Such a lump will fit beneath her frame. With each stretch, Each extension or contortion of a limb, The minutest of lumps, Buried beneath bedding twenty upon twenty layers high, Burrows still deeper, pressing into the skin of thinly padded skeletal extensions As it grates to a final rest against the gentle hollow above the collarbone. Like the smoothed sand in the mouth of an oyster, The tenderest of peas seeks shelter In only the softest concaves of flesh, Where the pea, like the pearl, Proves perfection By defining the flaw. "Princess and the Pea" by Edmund Dulac, Victorian era 's book illustrator (French)       |
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Thank you. MT
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Dear DWS, You get extra yummy points for mentioning the following: Samurai Tacos Salvador Dali The Pixies Yummy points are redeemable in person, only. MT P.S. The Pixies are from Boston and when I was a wee lassie I saw them play live a few times, once even for free at an outdoor concert. Truly one of the all time best bands.
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Dear DWS, In that case, maybe I should dig out my spurs. I heart Frida Kahlo. As you saw in my dinner party invite. I suppose I ought to make some lunch. I just applied for a job to work at a zoo. Today is extra-surreal. Grrr, baby, grr.  Have you seen that Japanese movie where the guy eats a raw oyster out of this girl's hand, shortly after he has cut his lip. So anyway, the blood from his lip drips on the oyster just right as he is about to slurp it up. She then somehow senses that this guy is rather kinky and exotic and special in his lust. This in turn arouses her, so she proceeds to give him a passionate embrace. For some juxtaposition of reasons, this I found very arousing. Tampopo. Look it up. Quite interesting. He's a gangster. I think it's set in the 1930s. Really. MT
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3/10/2010 6:48 am |
I am currently dressed as a Klingon..... This is about how Frida Kahlo lost her leg or was it about her stache???? I didn't read the post... I used the last post to ask this??? I am now dressed as Uhura!!!!! seem me at Star Trekgone wildatdumbass.net Dice has felt the need to improve your boring blog???????
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What is your list of, dear? Or did you mean lisp? And- how did you loss both the eye and the leg? Same time? Two separate moments? Was it an accident? On purpose - to be different? Tragic combine accident would be my guess. Or hunting killer whales. MT
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