I spent all weekend in a sick funk with those flaky red patches under and around my nose
so when I finally determined to leave the house I had to put on lipstick
and a pair of huge pearl earrings, like definitely as big as the Ritz
I said, "I'm putting on these earrings for PEP" and Paul said "Don't get too much pep"
because if I got too peppy I might hop like I do sometimes when I'm getting better
and then the coughing fit could last one thousand and one nights
but it was hard to restrain the PEP because in addition to my pearl earrings there was
Kate's long silver earrings like knives
Marisa's imaginary hippie feather earrings on a pile of clean dirt
Marisa's daisy necklace
Marisa's daisy dress from Express
Kate's English garden-party partydress (with no tights! but it was so warm!)
Becca's cat dress, meow
Becca's iphone piano, plink
Kate's back-up dresses, with silver beading and who knows what
the kimono-snap onesie Krystal gave us for Margaret Ursula Maleficent
(who will be so intellectual with her elbow patches she'll just get smarter and smarter,
until the wall of thorns engulfs us all and we'll have to give her whatever she wants to put in that breast pocket)
and Brooklyn Bridge which was so iconic that I almost gave up on New York
and decided we were driving home to our townhouse in a leafy London suburb
that's how much pep I gathered, it shot me across the Atlantic
to where the gardeners are always carefully planning their hedges
to be decorative but also thorny enough to discourage little boys
from hopping in
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