As always thanks Thom for the 3WW words
These words awaken something in me I would rather keep asleep right now. I don’t usually read entries in 3WW before writing my own but I’ve always liked Linda Jacob’s poems and her submission this week brought back the sad season. It’s OK; I can’t expect people to not talk about aging because it drives me crazy until 10/14 when magically it goes away.
The old man walks out of his house and screams at me. “You’re walking in my grass. I keep telling you to stop. I’m trying to grow grass and you’re ruining everything. You, you walk too much. Everyday I come out and tell you to leave.”
I would laugh as I walk this route once a week at the most. I’m walking in the middle of the gutter, and three cars are parked in his so called grass but my gait is off. I’m almost limping and very self-conscious.
My gait is usually good but I’m tired and no shoes seem to fit properly. I was going to nudge them into a cute pair that seems to be a size too small–funny they fit yesterday. Oh how my body ripens over night.
This town is all about appearances. Somehow I have passed the appearance test. Probably because I have the most expensive teeth in America and smile at every opportunity. (Not the best teeth but the priciest.)
Sometimes when I pass people I know I nudge my mouth into the largest and most stupid of smiles, stand there with one hand up, and feel like a traffic monitor or live billboard. In New York I can get away with a half smile, but not here. The smile must ripen to take over my face.
I try the smile at the old man and he stops yelling but stands there with a bewildered look on his face. I look at him more closely.
Then I think the old man might in actuality be younger than me and once again everything’s right with the world.
Take back America. Go to DC on 10/30 for Jon Stewart’s rally for sanity!!!!! Just remember that Christine O’Donnell is a serious candidate, and that could get you there!!!!!