TALES FROM A BROAD: AN UNRELIABLE MEMOIR

I am gifted only in how far I’ll stretch to scratch an itch I can never reach.

I’ll stretch to scratch an itch I can never reach.

Several barbecue pits dot the perimeter

That might bring colour to my world

I display it with a wink-wink, nod-nod

. I had to be careful around all my friends – they were either neurotic or clients.

Now, as I look down at the pool, enticing as it is, I still have that punch-in-the-gut Monday mood: blues mixed with anxiety.

Yeah, the glass is half full, but I ordered a double.’

If you hit her with your car, pity the car, is what I’m saying.

referring to the instructions, ie, two line drawings: (a) how it looks now and (b) how it’ll look later. As if to say, ‘We won’t insult your intelligence by walking you through the other 8,000 steps.’ Perhaps it’s just the Swedes being Swedish and not wanting to clutter the clean, white page.