My Cardboard Balcony

Down In The Heart by Belinda Roddie Sometimes, I wish they'd play Steve Winwood's "Higher Love" at the White Horse Inn in Oakland once I've gotten tattooed by the COVID-19 vaccine, but also by real legit ink, shining where the rainbow tank top exposes both my skin and my soul to all of the fabulous lovelies. That way, I could dance with everyone and anyone, even if I'm crap at it, just to fucking feel alive.

Consistent by Belinda Roddie It's getting close to New Year's. White people still suck.

After Christmas by Belinda Roddie Into the nebulous pit of false time we go again, my friends, and I will see you all on the 1st when this arbitrary ass year ends.

The Smell by Belinda Roddie Garrett's pockets were stuffed with garlic bread. Only garlic bread.

Snake Eyes by Belinda Roddie I rolled the dice, and serpents emerged from the pips.

Haircut by Belinda Roddie Shannon's got a mohawk. Alice shaved her head. Benny dyed his hair purple, and Jayson dyed theirs red. Clifford kept his rattail, while Laura tied her braids. Moises wore beads in their hair to many accolades. Grace has got a buzzcut, and Frankie's got a mullet. Drake's hair is now super long, so you better not pull it. And while Ollie has no hair at all, he still dances jigs - For he has a large collection of bright, beautiful wigs! This week's prompt was provided by Arden Roddie.

Let Them Celebrate by Belinda Roddie The aliens appropriately invaded our planet the day after Christmas.