
tube snake

This is a compilation poem from more than one song and more than one person I’ve dated. A friend and I really dislike a song her husband sings that has the “I wish that you had told me” line. We make faces at each other and whisper, “We wish that you had listened.”
Sometimes I am treated as an admiring audience by a male. At least, that is the role he would like me to play. I get pretty bored pretty quickly. If he doesn’t give me reasonable floor time, if he doesn’t listen, well, goodbye. Find another female slave. One male tells me that my poetry doesn’t matter. I think, oh, I guess it doesn’t matter to YOU, but it certainly matters to ME. There is a certain wicked enjoyment in writing poetry that references his words, heh heh. Enjoy!
October 8, 2022
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always on your mind
the songs you sing
I was always on your mind
you wish that I had told you
isn’t that a lie?
you told me never to ask you
to do anything. Ever.
what was always on your mind
you told me many times
you could read mine
what was always on your mind
you said you could read mine
I wish you had. Even once.
what was always on your mind
was your fantasy me
who obeyed your every wish
what was always on your mind
was that I would wait at home
available to listen or for sex
what was always on your mind
your terror of the ball and chain
that I’d entrap you into marriage
what was always on your mind
had nothing to do with me
I tried hard to tell you
what was always on your mind
had nothing to do with me
I tried hard to tell you
what was always on your mind
was a fantasy. Not me.
How can you be surprised I’m gone?
you wish that I had told you
you say I was always on your mind
I wish that you had listened even once
_______________________________
I took the photograph on Marrowstone Island a few days ago.
I only dress like this part time.
#outfitsinappropriateforwork
A friend took this with my camera at my request. Thank you, friend!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt part time.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt today is toys. I think my favorite toys right now are the three cameras I inherited from my father. Currently I am using the Nikon Coolpix P510. My father died in 2013, so none of the cameras is new, but they are wonderful anyhow.
I took this on a beach walk last week, East Beach on Marrowstone Island. My friend and I are arguing whether the distant object is a stick or not. “Not a stick.” I say. He disagrees. The camera, with it’s zoom lens, breaks the tie. Definitely not a stick.
Do you know the song? Tube Snake Boogie?
My cats LOVE the tube. But it’s a little disquieting at times. I don’t have a photograph yet, but when there is one cat head first in at one end and another cat sticking out at one of the side holes or the other end… well, it’s a tube cat. A bit worrisome. Kind of a cat/snake cross. It doesn’t help that the tube really matches Elwha’s coloring. I am learning to step over the tube quite carefully because sometimes there are hidden paws.
Elwha barely fits in the side entrances. Cats can do that snakey thing of going through a space that really looks too small for them.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: disquieting.
Ok, so the reason the bath mat is on the rack is because it is WET. And what does Sol Duc do? Climb right one and lie on it. Me: “The bath mat is wet AND the rack can fall down.”
Sol Duc: “I am totally loving wet bath mat plus it needs fur.”
Me: “All we need is for Elwha to join in.”
OOOOOoooo this fits the Ragtag Daily Prompt for Monday: PITCH. As in Sol Duc’s fur, pitch black.
Are the cat food zombies made of wax? Or plastic?
For the RDP: waxy.
Meanwhile, the cats terrorize the doll house.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: melancholy.
My daughter is an introverted thinker. Sometimes this is extremely entertaining.
When she was in first grade she came home part way through the year and said, “I want to get my hair cut like a boy.” “Short?” I said. “Yes,” she said. I didn’t think about it too much but made an appointment. I thought it was because she has that fine tangly hair that is really difficult to comb.
On the way to the salon, my intuition kicked in and I realized that something was up. She was in that deep abstraction mode, thinking.
I said, “Why do you want to get your hair cut like a boy?”
Her reply, “The boys chase the girls on the playground.”
Hmmmm.
“Do they chase you?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“They are not sure if I am a boy or a girl.”
“You don’t want them to be sure?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“There is another class that gets to recess before us. They get the tire swing. They have a club that is all boys. They won’t let us use the tire swing.”
“You are going to fool them. Okay.” I sat back to see how she would proceed with whatever plan she had regarding the tire swing.
She had her hair cut very short. The next morning she chose hand-me-downs from her brother. A rugby shirt, a navy blue sweatshirt, flannel lined thick jeans and his old hiking boots. She had never worn any of them before and her usual preference was pink. I took her to school. She went into her class and just went to stand by some other children, not saying anything at all. They commented on her haircut.
I went to the principal and described my daughter’s plan, mostly because I thought it was quite brilliant. He said, “Oh, we have to do something about this.” I said, “I wasn’t trying to get anyone to interfere.” He said, “No, but we have a playground policy. They are allowed to have clubs, but they are not allowed to exclude anyone. In other words, no ‘boys only’ clubs. We will hold an assembly to remind them.”
So for a seven year old introverted thinker on the playground, a problem required careful thought and a plan, which she then carried out. I liked the approach of challenging gender. As far as I could tell it did not occur to her to ask for help. I do wonder at times what other plans she is implementing.
She did get to use the tire swing. Then she went back to wearing pink.
From Bushboys world, a “last on the card” contest, with the last photo on the phone or card.
I knew exactly which photo was there. I took it last night after spending a couple hours trying to remember how to set up the tree tent. Got it, though should still mess with it a little. It’s tricky if the trees aren’t an equilateral triangle. Which is nearly always.
I lay on the platform in the sun for a while yesterday before the tent part was up. It’s supposed to rain today. I really got the wrong tent when I got this one, it’s not really suited to the Pacific Northwest. I still love it.
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