Self Portrait: Day Fifty-One

i love being uncomfortable for a while

because

it makes everything that's simply wonderful

(i.e. cold water, Blow-Pops, not having to stand up for 7 hours straight)

wonderful again

(but having great/also uncomfortable friends around helps out a lot, too)

Self Portrait: Day Fifty

i don't feel like i'm more

than the confetti

you kicked

away

last night

with your swollen

feet

Self Portrait: Day Forty-Nine

a salvage yard

is more like

a treasure garden

or

a discarded Never Never Land

or

an antique, lost memory

or

a sentimental scavenger hunt

Self Portrait: Day Forty-Eight

oh susanna, now don't you cry for me

('cause i come from south carolina with gee-tar on my kneeeee)

Self Portrait: Day Forty-Seven

missing

p i e c e

Self Portrait: Day Forty-Six

i'm not on stage

but

pieces of me

are

Self Portrait: Day Forty-Five

this little pup

is more of a treasure

than all the gold and artifacts

in a maritime museum