Fat Bottom Girl Said What

When my ass talks, people listen.


Inside the Cyclone

Take me home Toto

back to the firm, hard ground

dirt packed and cracked beneath my feet

Be a good dog

and stop this whirling and spinning

in my brain that causes me such anguish on this balmy Kansas day

Those nasty little flying monkeys

of doubt and insecurity and distrust

won’t let me have any peace

I really want to be a good witch

with a pretty dress and a sparkling tiara and a lilting voice and golden curls

But instead I see a hook nose and a tight-lipped mouth reflected back

when I gaze into my crystal ball

I pedal faster, faster, faster

Never fast enough to outrun the cyclone swirling through my mind

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13 thoughts on “Cyclones

  1. Love this, and the attributes you give to the flying monkeys. The picture was the perfect foil to the words.

  2. Kira on said:

    Have I told you lately that I LOVE your poetry? The line about those flying monkeys…brilliant. You painted such a wonderful word picture. Don’t let those flying monkeys rule you. You’ve got this! xoxo

    • Yes, you’re so kind, and you tell me on a regular basis. I feel like you’re the president of my bad poetry fan club!! hahaha Trying to keep those damn monkeys grounded today!! lol

      • Kira on said:

        We could always use the monkeys for target practice!! Keep them grounded for good that way! And yes I am the President of your fan club for your “Great” poetry! And I’m ready to read more on Wordle today! heehee

  3. Love it, love it, love it. And I love the picture, too. Go away, monkeys! πŸ˜‰

  4. I totally forgot about you during the storms. Everything cool??

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