Sweet Mother of Archy's blog

It rolls around in my purse
I have to shuffle through the loose change,
Through my books
My cell phone
My lip gloss
My CD player
My college paperwork—
(Jeesh, how much crud do I have in here?)
To find the goods:
The wad of Green.

I try to smile,
But I know
It’ll be all gone after
My jacked up college tuition sucks it into the void.

But for now…
Shopping spree anyone?

Dear Me,
That is one ugly top.
The colors make me sick
That shade of yellow makes you
look Jaundiced
Those polka dots are bloated
The seams are ripped on the sleeve
The top must have shrunk in the wash
And
That silhouette is so last year.

For all of love that is good:
NEVER wear that thing AGAIN.

But for now I'll just say you look
Chic
Fabulous
and Cute

We are packed like cargo
Behind the sticky yellow line
We know we can't go
Inside the building
"Crammed" they said.
Parts of the crowd wilt away
But I stand there
Waiting

(I take a shot, pocket my phone)

The hair on the back of my neck is on end
I feel their anticipation
Their fear
Happiness
Support
We are team players
Whether we know it or not
Out there

“This shirt looks good,” I wondered. My wife, Sheryn, was peeking over my shoulder as I picked up the plaid tee from the stack of tops on the table. It took me a moment to find the tag:

“Fifteen dollars for a shirt?” Sheryn exclaimed incredulously. “I hope it’s on sale, Ed!”

“Yeah, right,” I muttered, scooping the top under my arm.

I stood there and rolled my eyes at you as you tried talking to me, trying to let me know something was up. As usual, I ignored you and I ignored your problems. I was too wrapped up in my own mistakes to care. I was your friend and I broke your friendship off without even realizing it, because there are some things that you can never fix.

I was excited. I dashed as fast as I could, but my glide quickly changed into a slide, to my dismay.