My insides are vacant
In one end and out the other.
I swallow a 7-course meal,
A litre of drink -
A golden fork, the soup tureen.
The table and chairs,
Slacks blouses shoes coats.
In goes the house and the cars
The books on the night stand, credentials, degree -
The family albums, the marriage decree.
Even mountains and forests,
And the beach at sunset.
But these all pass through.
Sometimes it almost feels like I’m full
But the diet lacks something
And again I am hungry.
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About Me
- Roxanne Questi
- I am in my late 40's and am mid-divorce. There's no fighting but intense pain. I live at a friend's house. Ive been waiting to emigrate; im getting dam sick of not being able to move on in life THE FOLLOWING IS THE PAST: I have 2 dogs in rl, Lucy and Jr.; and I work as a school teacher. I attend many events like professional sports and concerts. I work out, do some weeding and go to services at the local synagogue. I travel fairly often. When not doing the above, I am probably in sl. There, I have 3 dogs, Doozium, Mutt and Napoleon. I am a human woman, but I am not particularly interested in fashion. I am also very happy when running around Avaria in my dog or flamingo suits. I have wonderful single-serving friends as well as those whose names I look for. I like to joke around at Hanja and relax at Avaria. I enjoy window shopping at the Animation Warehouse, Muism and the W-hat Mall. I also love to work on this blog when settled down with another av who is also working on something. I have more plans than the ability to concentrate, but would like to learn to build, make clothes and machinima.
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