The Blonde Girls
Lemons are sour, acidic, can burn the enamel off your teeth, but sweetened with clovered honey, all goes down nicely. And, there’s the never dying cliché’ amongst the gleaming girls, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade!
What do we know about ourselves in relationship to the others? How are our limits like softened enamel, the protective coats of waning meant to ward off decay? And, boundaries, what are they? Do I not learn about the perils of sugared lemons by having to suffer the long, end of a numbing shot needle, pumped to pink and bleeding gums, the terrible smell of the burning, around toothed-screwed-drill, the paralyzed mouth when all is fixed. And won’t I again watch you drink a fresh-squeezed lemonade at the next backyard feast?
She is a bottled blonde, actually three of them were, the kind who in the eighties might have streaked their glistening hairs with lemon juice, greased their bronzing bodies with baby oil for a lay in the sun, a brightening of their halos, and those were the ones. The lemons you had to make into cavity producing candies, lemony sweet, so LA smiley with mouths full of properly fixed teeth.
The ones who Don Henley-ed me, dirty laundry, because I wouldn’t drink, kick me when I’m up, kick me when I’m down, just give me something-something I can use, a bubble–headed bleach blonde--fermented lemons in my mouth watching her for positive-only-vibes, her uploaded accounts, drinking up good vibrations, a California girls’ rendition of light.
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Despite the dirty laundry I really liked the beat of Don-Henley! Haven't known that song.
America is full of contradictions! Such a rich culture of music and arts and free minded people and yet so much dirty laundry. "Gossip" is a word we Germans already have taken into our language repertoire.
Where was the one who stood a little on the side watching this backyard scene and got in touch with you for a little conversation? Or were there only blonds and Henleys?
Yes, she's there--the ONE and not just the blondes and Henley's :)
Writing it out in a sort of waking dream of the shadowy splits with trust that the dreaming will heal what all parts cannot yet grasp.
Working my own self-responsibility in creating a safe and sacred space.
"The ones who Don Henley-ed me..." excellent line @kimberlylane!
Thank you, now we can start using it in conversations, he/she really Don Henleyed me ;)