April 7
ARABIAN DAYS
There are days I feel like Scheherazade and could spin a
thousand tales. Other days I feel my
brain grab for its satchel and exit my ear.
I find it hard to be a hospitable host to all of me, but when I stretch
or strain my elbow or knee I think, “oh well, they go out, they go out,” but if
my brain runs off and leaves me I am in a serious mess. I try to be a lover of my mind for when I
don’t I grow small in my heart. I scent
the mental bath water and light the little lights; I sing sweet songs. I wait for response. I smile broadly to hear the quick report of
Rimsky-Korsakov.
Don’t transpose
your feelings.
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Out on Your Front Porch
“If you want what we have,” said my sponsor,
“you will have to follow somebody
and lead somebody and do a few other things.”
“I have to follow somebody,
that shouldn’t be too hard,” I mumble.
“In order to follow it helps if you stop looking at the
ground,
lift you gaze,” her retort.
I raised my chin until I met her eyes. “Better,” said she.
“I follow you?” I ask.
“Me, yes, if I have what you want,
follow others if I don’t,” she said.
“Okay and lead somebody, how do I do that?” I ask.
“It’s attraction, Sweetie, be attractive,
show your smile and your smarts,
But most of all show that you’re sober,
because that is always your best asset.
And no matter what anybody tells you
about the allure of bad girls,
nobody can resist a good set of assets”
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
