Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Words.

250.
Not what I wanted.
Razor-sharp.
Edgy.
Not my hair.
Or my mind.
who knew it would be so hard to find a black cami?
Or that I would use that word with such casual flair.
Dry and crunchy.
Again not my hair.
Kicking.
And scuffing.
Raking.
Obliques.
Band-aids.
Pretty folders.
Lists.
Meetings and water.
Tired.
Worry.
Cash.
Blessings.
A sermon.
Pen.
Piles.
Tins.
Sheets.
Fresh, smooth.
Crabby.
Tentative.
Back and forth.
Fighting.
Silence.

2 comments:

jledmiston said...

Nice.

Hot Cup Lutheran said...

mmmm... razor sharp words. i let them escape my lips far too often.

black cami - JCPenney

and uh... i like the style here!