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Day 4 – GloPoWriMo - "Wealth"

Day 4 of 30: Global Poetry Writing Month and National Poetry Writing Month

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Wealth"

the pink sunglasses
the cat eyes and the valet
the bikini coverup in the girl's bathroom
and the fingernails combing hair,
tanned bare feet
on tile shipped in from Italy

the laugh like rain
the feather-gold coins
on bronzed skin
the boa giggle, the wink

infinity pools, liquid crystal
the sighs
the cabana that costs $700 to reserve
curtains and couches
the blue green ocean
the same color
as
the sapphire ring
on the pedicured
toe

mirrors and marble
calamari, ceviche
taffeta and teak

the fast swipe of the plastic, the strong arm
the bruise
that pays for it all

 

~by Kat Shamash

© 2018 Kat Shamash (April 4, 2018) 

#GloPoWriMo2018 #NaPoWriMo2018 

The Bag: The Village Tannery

For almost every day for the past eleven years, I’ve carried the same, large leather bag. It has accompanied me to 14 countries, crossing borders, oceans, continents, and times zones. My constant companion, weathering the love and loss of friends and lovers, it looks no worse for wear.

When I recently met an ex-fiancé for coffee, the first words out of his mouth were: “Are you still carrying that bag?”

“Yep!” I replied. “It has proven to be a much better investment than most boyfriends, and it has certainly lasted longer!”

The Retrosexual Code

"A Retrosexual man can chop down a tree and make it land where he wants. Wherever it lands is where he wanted it to land."

- from Grau Magus in his anti-metrosexual manifesto, The Retrosexual Code

Want a good laugh? Want a real man? Read on, dear readers. Read on.

(image via Laura Smith Art)

Samantha Jones, V.I.P.

" Because Dancing Shoes considers us VIP indeed, he grabbed my arm, marched me through the cameras on tripods, magazine photographers, and representatives from Revlon, and sat us down in the seats as if we were The Queens of Y. One minute later, the first model was coming onto the stage. I looked over at him, and felt like Carrie Bradshaw sitting with Samantha Jones.

 

Only this ain’t no Manhattan, and this ain’t no “Sex and the City.”

 

But I pretended."