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Thieves | Fat Bottom Girl Said What
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What. When my ass talks, people listen. I drink the wine. Straight from the bottle. Because there’s no need. To put on airs and pretend I’m sexy. So I don flannel pants and an oversized shirt. Why do I allow you to take. All the good parts of me. Originally posted on The Fat Bottom Bard. Newer Entry →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email. The home o...
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poetry | Fat Bottom Girl Said What
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What. When my ass talks, people listen. Archive for the tag “poetry”. Well, it happened today, and I have to say I’m just a bit excited. This uncouth, somewhat raunchy, fat bottom girl got her very first poem published in an actual publication, not just something I printed out of my garage on that old mimeograph machine. Http:/ www.elephantjournal.com/2015/08/leave-now-poem/. And tagged Elephant Journal. I will post the link when it’s published, and I hope you will take time to...
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Leave Now | Fat Bottom Girl Said What
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What. When my ass talks, people listen. 8220;Leave now,” she said, “before I grow accustomed to your voice saying my name.”. 8220;Leave now,” she said, “before I miss the weight of you in the bed and your hand upon my hip.”. 8220;Leave now,” she said, “before we have a song we always dance to in the kitchen when it comes on the radio.”. 8220;Leave now,” she said, “before I miss the feel of your lips upon mine and the smell of you upon my skin.”. And tagged abandonment issues. Enter y...
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Poetry | Fat Bottom Girl Said What
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What. When my ass talks, people listen. Archive for the category “Poetry”. The Deception of Dreams. You come to me in my dreams. You’re there too. And I don’t want to think about you. I want to erase the memories. Of all of you. But my mind won’t allow it. I think of green pastures. With wildflowers dotting it. To snuff out the pain you left. It doesn’t work. Posted in Poetry and Prose. The Agony of Defeat. My words fall on deaf ears. And you turn a blind eye toward them too. The red...
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aging | Fat Bottom Girl Said What
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What. When my ass talks, people listen. Archive for the tag “aging”. Mid-Life Crisis: Take 2. I’m on my second mid-life crisis. Yes, I’ve determined you can have more than one. My life, my rules. Whatever the reason, I’m flailing once again. The last time this happened I:. Got my motorcycle license, but never got the bike. Made plans to jump off tall towers on zip lines (even though I’m deathly afraid of heights) and jump I did, along with my son (who is also scared of heights).
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Uncategorized | Fat Bottom Girl Said What
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What. When my ass talks, people listen. Archive for the category “Uncategorized”. The Deception of Dreams. You come to me in my dreams. You’re there too. And I don’t want to think about you. I want to erase the memories. Of all of you. But my mind won’t allow it. I think of green pastures. With wildflowers dotting it. To snuff out the pain you left. It doesn’t work. Posted in Poetry and Prose. Your children are not your children. They come through you but not from you,. For life goes...
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It’s the Little Things | Fat Bottom Girl Said What
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What. When my ass talks, people listen. It’s the Little Things. Coffee cups stained from daily use. And the passage of time. Minute cracks of the porcelain surface allowing the. Infiltration of the smoky dark liquid. So much meaningless discourse meaning everything,. Shared while clutching these cups. Now warming arthritic fingers, tangled by tasks and touches. And years which have slipped by, often without notice. How many more times. Will we fill the cups before one morning. Blog a...
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relationships | Fat Bottom Girl Said What
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What. When my ass talks, people listen. Archive for the tag “relationships”. He said, “Mom, I’m not sure I know what love is, but I think I might love her. Even though she and I might never be more than just friends, I want her to be happy.”. I said, “So you do know what love is then. You know exactly what it is.”. And tagged heart to hearts. The words will never come. When you want them,. And rarely show up when you need them. The words were you. You were never there. And do me in.
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coffee | Fat Bottom Girl Said What
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What. When my ass talks, people listen. Archive for the tag “coffee”. It’s the Little Things. Coffee cups stained from daily use. And the passage of time. Minute cracks of the porcelain surface allowing the. Infiltration of the smoky dark liquid. So much meaningless discourse meaning everything,. Shared while clutching these cups. Now warming arthritic fingers, tangled by tasks and touches. And years which have slipped by, often without notice. How many more times. The Agony of Defeat.
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betrayal | Fat Bottom Girl Said What
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What. When my ass talks, people listen. Archive for the tag “betrayal”. I drink the wine. Straight from the bottle. Because there’s no need. To put on airs and pretend I’m sexy. So I don flannel pants and an oversized shirt. Why do I allow you to take. All the good parts of me. Originally posted on The Fat Bottom Bard. As I sit here. In my puddle of bourbon and tears. Disassembling the life I’d created. For us in my head. I’m sure that for you. Because there’s someone there. Finely c...