she smiles and laughs as if to say, “weird, eh?”

or, if you strip away the false humility to expose the expose the insecure little girl in her 49 year old body, she’s really whispering, “…umm…you think i’m cool…don’t you?”

and like usual, she dives headlong into her next story – [of course] related to the first, third, or seventh one she’s told in the tireless last 20 minutes.  her bear-paw earrings dangle under her frizzy long locks as she tells of plans and passions enough to fill a lifetime.  her grey roots are an unkind reminder that her time isn’t quite limitless anymore and even when she’s not staring at a mirror she can feel their weight.

i guess time isn’t limitless at any age, but the way roxy talks about past and future, somehow you’re reminded that it’s better to pick something – anything – and give yourself to it rather than wind up telling the same stories to everyone you meet.  The costumes you’ve made and how famous your friends are, your days in the renaissance fair as an elizabethan bird-of-prey-handler, your plans for a nature resort aptly called “spirit wolf” (these words illustrated by the white wild canine on her black tshirt).  maybe a home with cats and two great pyrannys instead of humans can explain some of her urgency.  the speed of her words say it all – she can hardly get a chuckle in between all the me’s and i’s.

what’s that?  oh.  yes…you actually have already mentioned that you know elvis’ stepbrother.


1 Response to “laugh”

  1. 1 Momma April 12, 2009 at 4:00 pm

    you are good at discerning peoples spirit. this will serve you well…especially in LA. practice.

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Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
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