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piercing
he asked to see my piercing
i slowly unbuttoned my lacy blouse
exposing my chest
and showed him the hole he left in my heart.
copyright 2007 ~ Jackie Young
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It’s official: I’M BORED. Yep. B-O-R-E-D!! *Sigh* Can I tell you that I don’t remember the last time that happened to me? For real. Now don’t get it twisted - I have plenty that I need to do, should do, yada yada yada but the fact remains, I’m bored. That boredom rode with me up I-95 as I drove to my brother’s house this past Saturday. It chilled in the cut while I hung out with my family over the weekend and then climbed its slimy butt in the passenger seat on the ride back to Richmond. Now it’s sitting on the love seat like a lump (um, or is that MY reflection?) looking at me like, “What we gon’ do now? Huh? Huh? What we gon’ do?”
And I find myself looking back at it saying, “I’on know. Shoot, for all these years, I kept us entertained, found things to do, places to go. Darnit, it’s somebody else’s turn!”
*Sigh* What AM I gonna do? Short of blowing my limited funds on a shopping spree or road trip…? Oh, and short of getting a ‘job’. *Gasp!*
How do you combat boredom?