vintage panty hose
navy blue not in vogue
one is told
in that cute boutique
but they found them
dusty and bearing the twenty year old price tag
bargains are meant to be
or did it mean I am out of vogue
one’s head is filled with thoughts
random, disparate, un-summoned
age, gender, time and place
enter unwittingly into the convoluted twine we call our brain
job deadlines, irritations, frustrations,
persnickety, mental whinings
co-workers, comments earwigged
a random ugly sweater pops into mind
what was she thinking?
there is the short but ruminative car ride
down the highway familiar
catching lights, passing cars, listening to Elvis belt out Blue Christmas
there are death thoughts, joy thoughts, curious thoughts,
wondering at how life works
remembering a friend who believed in licking batteries
for a longer life
too bad it didn’t work for her life
but even in the hospice
she insisted that her visitor
take the battery out of her phone
and lick it
there was distaste mixed with disbelief
on the face of the elegant lady
as she did as she was told
not in the habit of licking too much
or so it seemed.
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