What with the start of school and family visitors and enjoying a Danish Indian summer (forget Winterfell, Danish winter is coming….), I haven’t had time to sit down and write anything new in a while. There are plenty of ideas on the back burner, plenty of sentences simmering away, a few buns of thought in the oven. But this is something a little new. A little stop-gap, if you will.
This summer I sifted and lifted and sorted through a decent sized box of old writing, some of which I lugged back across the Atlantic Ocean with me to see if there was anything worth up-cycling, worth saving, worth picking through and keeping. There were binders of poetry in there. A lot of it angry, a lot of it bleak, a lot of it forlorn. A lot of it crap. But there were a few in there that made me laugh, including the one below. Especially in light of the fact that it was probably written when I was in my twenties. Long before pork rage and chin hairs and night sweats. I hope it makes you laugh too.
I Dont’ Know Why She Swallowed The Fly
I wonder if I will be an old woman with
crimson peaked inch thick blood red Avon lips
six cats twelve hats fragile Oh-Don’t-Fail-Me hips with
children scattered husband dead
just can’t wait to get to bed
monthly checks weekly calls
“Mom, watch the stairs! Watch for falls!”
discount tickets bingo games
“Why can’t I remember all their names?”
cooking dinners just for one
afraid of getting too much sun
lonely bored afraid of the dark
feeding swans inside the park
oh God renew my faith go to mass
“How quickly all the years did pass!”
confess my sins take my pill
see the doctors write my will
miss the kids miss the friends
Jesus Christ it never ends
bake the homemade apple pie
fuck it I’d rather swallow the fly
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 
love this and i’m glad you dug it out and shared it with the world )
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Thanks! Getting older is a lot better than I thought it would be though. Youth really is wasted on the young….
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Oh my! This does give a good insight into what it all comes down to, I’m about halfway there on your list.
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I’m fast approaching several of those myself….it’s a lot better than I thought it would be though.
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Haha, and now I know why she swallowed a fly; it certainly does make a lot more sense when you put it like that! Still, might I recommend a few refreshing spiked lemonades, by way of a chaser…
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That’s the funny thing. When you are 20 something, getting older seems so far away and scary. Then you get a little closer and you think, wait,life is even better–I don’t want to swallow the fly, I want to drink spiked lemonade!
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Wow – what an old soul that twenty something had. I love the rhythms. Any more poems in that magic box of yours?
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Oh plenty. Lots of angry feminista stuff. Some lovely love poems. Some angst ridden dark Force stuff. Will have to see what’s appropriate!
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Bwahahahahaha!
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(Evil laugh goes here)
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I was chuckling…oh, wait, was it recognition? Well, maybe an item or three…
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Well, 20+ years down the line I am recognizing a few of those as well!
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Refreshing
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Like a beer on a hot Sunday kind of refreshing?
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No. Like me having a champagne brunch with five beautiful laughing women refreshing, inside, in a comfy livingroom.
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You know that we don’t really have pillow fights, right? 😉
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