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time's monologue - time by Adrienne Dawes
chapters
chapter 1:
time
chapter 2:
it's almost . . .
time
chapter 1
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updated Jul 31, 2007
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Oh why?
Oh time ticking by
Oh buried pulse
Oh swollen lullaby.
Dearest baby blue
Each mutter of the hour
A tender chime
I sing to you son
Oh why?
My favorite, my absolute favorite has simple satin lines, a tiny pink ribbon right in the middle, the straps are lace with a darling little pattern. Panties to match. Sears catalog page 210. I also like the bathrobe on page 219. Size small, color ivory.
I can see it now, stepping out of the shower and into the arms of that warm cotton robe. I’m thinking
about getting the matching slippers, item D just below box C. If I had a pen right now I would circle box D and write my initials. ST. I mean STP.
I know my own name. Truly I do. I will leave the catalog next the toilet in one of the upstairs bathrooms and if you are bored one day you will open to page 219 and see that blue ink circle, STP. Cotton bathrobe, size small, color ivory. Box D, matching slippers.
Are you going to kiss me when you see me again? Will you touch my face or my belly first? Oh it doesn’t really even matter. Just come home soon. We played your favorite record last night and danced a little waltz, one two three. I held up the shape you would fill, leaned down low - - of if your wore your Gucci boots and inserts you’d come up to my collarbone. One two – Mama, little Papa, bitty Baby three.
I have our family portrait planned, a first photograph out on the balcony, yes with the beach in the background, setting sun? I have this lime dress, oh I haven’t worn it in ages but I miss it so much, you wouldn’t believe how much I miss that dress. But if you and the baby are in like dark forest green and I stand next to you in lime, the color would really pop you know. But you have to smile, darling really. And not a creepy smile either, a sweet lipped smile. Show teeth.
Oh I feel like I’m going to burst, truly I do. Like a how do you say - - pen-ata, boom! Colored paper, tin whistles, candy in foil wrappers all jangling inside. Ready to tear open.
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Oh time ticking by
Oh buried pulse
Oh swollen lullaby.
Dearest baby blue
Each mutter of the hour
A tender chime
I sing to you son
Oh why?
My favorite, my absolute favorite has simple satin lines, a tiny pink ribbon right in the middle, the straps are lace with a darling little pattern. Panties to match. Sears catalog page 210. I also like the bathrobe on page 219. Size small, color ivory.
I can see it now, stepping out of the shower and into the arms of that warm cotton robe. I’m thinking
about getting the matching slippers, item D just below box C. If I had a pen right now I would circle box D and write my initials. ST. I mean STP.
I know my own name. Truly I do. I will leave the catalog next the toilet in one of the upstairs bathrooms and if you are bored one day you will open to page 219 and see that blue ink circle, STP. Cotton bathrobe, size small, color ivory. Box D, matching slippers.
Are you going to kiss me when you see me again? Will you touch my face or my belly first? Oh it doesn’t really even matter. Just come home soon. We played your favorite record last night and danced a little waltz, one two three. I held up the shape you would fill, leaned down low - - of if your wore your Gucci boots and inserts you’d come up to my collarbone. One two – Mama, little Papa, bitty Baby three.
I have our family portrait planned, a first photograph out on the balcony, yes with the beach in the background, setting sun? I have this lime dress, oh I haven’t worn it in ages but I miss it so much, you wouldn’t believe how much I miss that dress. But if you and the baby are in like dark forest green and I stand next to you in lime, the color would really pop you know. But you have to smile, darling really. And not a creepy smile either, a sweet lipped smile. Show teeth.
Oh I feel like I’m going to burst, truly I do. Like a how do you say - - pen-ata, boom! Colored paper, tin whistles, candy in foil wrappers all jangling inside. Ready to tear open.
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