I’m tired of being timid.
by Bobbi Lurie
So I took a bath with a lizard.
I may have strange blues, mm hmm, rich bits on the bus.
“Later,” I say to the frisky crickets, verbal cash of the eggnog spa, spot of gum…
“I'm running out of toiletpaper.”
It was time to leave anyway.
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Meg Pokrass' prompt #3
Thank you, Meg.
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How can anyone not love a piece that begins, "So I took a bath with a lizard."
That pretty much says it all.
Good piece, Bobbi. Great closing. Enjoyed.
Richard Howard had a poem in the NYer about two men encountering each other in the same stall, a lizard on the tank. Somehow this little spot (spot of gum) brought back both that poem and living in Houston and my boy cat's lizard hunting. *
Good title, I forgot to say, and use of the prompt words.
The title wraps up this strangely enchanting piece. *
super.
i like. Taking a bath with a lizard is not timid.
It was time to leave anyway... Marvellous.
Bobbie, I love your play on words!!! "“Later,” I say to the frisky crickets, verbal cash of the eggnog spa, spot of gum…" Excellent! *****
I like all of the different voices. Each one seems to exist in it's own little world.
"rich bits on the bus"
Very much so.