Clip Frame
I pay rent, I buy my piece, my bedroom wall and my bathroom wall are all mine, pretty much, and I have a quarter of the refrigerator, down to the right, if I have enough magnets.
But he’s coming to visit, and I have to decide what pictures to take down.
These aren’t fancy pictures, just things I printed out from the computer, for the most part, situated in Clip Frames I ordered from Amazon. Things that maybe matter to me, printed on fancy paper I also ordered from Amazon.
I’m 50 years old, for fuck’s sake.
Some on the bathroom wall, some in the bedroom. Drawings, I keep on the refrigerator, trapped by those magnets. I don’t know what to do about the drawings, but it’s easier to think about them.
The pictures are harder.
He’s coming to visit. I don’t know what pictures to take down.
Are you thinking dirty pictures?
No, they’re just pictures. One is maybe a little dirty, black and white, a woman with straight dark hair cut in a bob with coffee grounds thrown across her bare breasts, and her nipples. I’ll admit it makes me feel a little wrong to look at it, but I did print it up and frame it on the wall in an Amazon Clip. So?
That’s in the bathroom.
I worried. I worry. First I took them all down, but then I thought that would look weird. So I thought. I wondered what he would think.
Some drawings. They’re his. Would he want to see them?
About the Author
I come to PTOTIC by way of Montana, Colorado, and many points in between. Libby, Bozeman, Naperville, Paris, Groton, Oslo, Mystic.
I’m interested in writing, poetry, art, and design, and will publish my sporadic attempts at each when I think they might be worth your time. I profess to be a writer, mainly. So I hope we’re not wasting our time here, or at least you are not wasting yours. I’d feel bad about that. PTOTIC is all is the best I got going at the moment, hope to hear what you think, please let me know.
