woman was talkin
and let me tell you, she had more words
than col. sanders has birds.
she say
well let me tell you
and
if you ask me
and she touch my arm so often she wore a groove.
mama bring me up to listen nice, and i tried,
but soon my mind start to wander…
I craved to hear your voice in my ear
sayin hey sweetie, how’s my girl?
I hankered to hear one of your goofy tangents,
like, this place has *got* to have Twizzlers
or
look! a rabbit!
and pretty soon i was a million miles away and smilin.
woman say,
honey, where did you go?
i guess i went down the rabbit hole,
but she don’t need to know.
Coal Black's House Of Pain 
“she had more words
than col. sanders has birds.”
That is beyond cool.
“and she touch my arm so often she wore a groove.”
prob cuz she knew you wasn’t listenin! {giggle~snort} sorry…. well sorta sorry… i couldn’t help myself.
{smile}
OMG, I know that woman! I think you just described a slice of my life in this one. Except I’m the one always looking for the Twizzlers and saying “Look! A rabbit!” or “A cardinal!” or “A turtle!” and driving whoever’s with me crazy!
Vernacular is so tough to do well, and this makes it look effortless. This is damn fine writing.
Probably my cue to shut up, eh? I do that to people.
Fantastic look something so identifiable, but something I would never have thought to write about. You bring a not so subtle humanity to your writing, I like that.
This reminds me how we all place importance on different things within the same sphere of social interaction – a woman focuses on her story, bullying to share it, while a listener pays attention to an inner voice. Coal Black is so very real.
This is great!
I loved the story telling around the woman’s story, which I enjoyed ignoring as well. š
yeah, i don’t wanna be there unless there’s Twizzlers.
I LOVE this!!!!!!!!!!!
Shades of Alice!! I love it.
nice, creative – I like
she had more words
than col. sanders has birds.
Absolutely love it! ‘wore grooves in my arm’ š I hate when people have to touch me when they talk.
I love this! I have certainly met this lady a few times. Nothing to do but jump down that hole for a while when she’s on a roll.
you capture speech rhythms with a certainty and authenticity that i envy.
that said, i’m a veteran half-listener (a natural outcome, i’m convinced, of having an appalling number of older aunts), regularly participating in one conversation while simultaneously sustaining imaginary conversations with people i actually wish to be talking to….
…. i may have just inadvertently revealed more of the crazy than i was intending… read gently.
Love this line: “and she touch my arm so often she wore a groove”
you really told this story well, with an authentic voice
four animal dedication senryu
made me think of my Nana, which is a good good thing
I love when I read something and can hear the voice