Soft wafts of bittersweet solitude
To settle upon me like a summer blanket
Sticky spider’s web of just and only me

{28.2.15} bodies and power

There’s this book of idioms I got for my birthday one year called “I’m not hanging noodles on your ears.” It’s got goofy phrases from around the world that quite sharply contrast cultural differences. The only one I still remember is “you’ve got thighs like banana tree trunks”, a way to tell a woman she’s…