TALES FROM A BROAD: AN UNRELIABLE MEMOIR

I am gifted only in how far I’ll stretch to scratch an itch I can never reach.

I’ll stretch to scratch an itch I can never reach.

Several barbecue pits dot the perimeter

That might bring colour to my world

I display it with a wink-wink, nod-nod

. I had to be careful around all my friends – they were either neurotic or clients.

Now, as I look down at the pool, enticing as it is, I still have that punch-in-the-gut Monday mood: blues mixed with anxiety.

I’m not fickle. I’m just never there yet. Whenever the pond of my life becomes still, I slip into the calm I so desperately crave.

Yeah, the glass is half full, but I ordered a double.’

If you hit her with your car, pity the car, is what I’m saying.