Why Barbie Threw a Spoon at Ken
I've played the role of empty-headed
blow-up Barbie doll--
you know, the one with the big hair
yellowed wig,
skinny waist and pink plastic
teddy,
So, for God's sake,
don't look at me with those damned gooey-eyes.
It won't work.
I'm a new woman now,
and I don't want to play this game
anymore.
We are no longer
the Denny's pair of hot fudge
sundae* sharers.
I've found my own dish,
my own fork,
and quite frankly,
I can feed myself.
*previously Sunday sharers, but I changed it because I didn't think it worked
posted by Bonnie B | 7:20 AM
18 Comments:
That must be some dish to have moved away from the hot fudge sundae...even if you were sharing. I'm kiddding... I get it. You moved into your own skin. Nice. Very strong.
Wooooooooooo you go girl! Good for you. Love the title and post.
Very edgy..and real...
I liked the way it moved.
As for the content..I wont touch it.
:-)
lqi - (laughing quietly inside - the overuse of lol annoys me.) This was a great one - it brought a smile to my face, and I love the title. :)
babaloo-- I think it was tiramisu because i like to hang out at coffee shops and compare brilliance (I'm kidding. I used to hang out at coffee shops. now i hang out at the park). But yes, my new skin fits nicely.
Social worker-- I'm glad you liked the title. You go too!!!!
david-- what's not to touch?
genedy-- glad it made you smile. I think you gave me the idea on your blog.
Whoaaa! You poem is very similar to my mantra when my ex-hubby moved out. I am woman hear me....try to roar? After two years, I am finally roaring loudly.
That was great!
ashley-- if you lived nearby we could practice roaring together-- the calling of the lioness-- watch out world here we come
Here is a question for who ever cares to answer: should i leave it as hot fudge Sunday sharers or make it hot fudge sundae sharers?
This has been bugging me all day.
My daughter, the poet, tells me that it should be sundae not Sunday. And if you know what's good for you, you don't mess with a pubescent 13 year old girl.
I chose Sunday to be more philosophical-- to give it an additional meaning so to speak, but I'm not sure. I am leaning toward changing it. I'm not sure many people get what I mean by Hot Fudge Sunday sharers, so why confuse people.
Really? Being the inspiration for one of your poems is a true honor.
I was also wondering about the Sunday thing...thought you just spelled it wrong :) But to be honest, I didn't get what you meant by hot fudge sunday sharers, care to explain?
genendy-- it's complicated and I'm not quite sure how to explain it without writing a disertation-- which I think in my heart means it was a bad idea. It reminds me of how Joyce practically wrote in code in Finnegan's Wake, and so on that note, I'll change it in my portfolio.
If you break the words apart and think of what each word means by itself, you might get a hint of what I tried to do-- unsucessfully-- No one should ever have to do that to understand something-=- and so it is sundae. you could email me and I'll tell you the story. bsitter2@hotmail.com
I like sundae too...because well I don't like to think too hard. :)
jodi-- Yes, I agree too. It's simple with a sundae-- bizarre with a Sunday.
No need to change the name. Stop doubting yourself!:)
social worker-- I am the queen of self doubt-- I'm working on it. I promise. It's just that for me when it comes to poetry, I know my choices are not always right-- I welcome criticism so I can grow as a writer. The line kind of bugged me and i didn't go with my instinct that said "people are going to think you don't know how to spell sundae because the subtext is so unclear." It was a bad choice and that is why I changed it.
But you are so right, I do doubt myself way too much.
bonnie I too am the queen of doubt so we shall work on it together as buddies:).
that sounds like a master plan, but will we doubt what we say to each other-- I am not sure if I said that right-- I hope you can hear me laughing
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