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“Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are?” I sang softly as the twins fell asleep for their naps. When I got down to the kitchen, I popped in my earbuds and turned on my favorite Mozart piano variations of the lullaby. My fingers might’ve momentarily played a piano that wasn’t there. I seriously needed some time at the keys at Nanna’s soon.
Or maybe a trip to the Methodist church where they had a gorgeous grand piano. I shook my head. No, I was too busy writing poems and books and watching toddlers to linger at the piano. And let’s be honest, hanging out with friends on Discord and with Rhoda real life.
I smiled to myself. It was nice to feel like I was a part of other people’s lives. Like they’d miss me if I didn’t show up some day.
I grabbed an iced tea from the fridge and took my pad outside. After editing a couple of chapters of Moon Dancing and getting them ready to publish on Purple Road, I switched gears.
Time for a new Poetry Contest entry. I didn’t even have to think about it. After reading through those chapters I’d just re-worked, I had plenty of feels about my main character, Charlotte.
“Finding My Voice”
I gave you my voice
trusting you’d reveal.
The secret room inside me
I couldn’t yet unshield.
You showed them in your pages
the heart and soul of me.
My every wish, desire,
and all I want to be.
What I didn’t know back then
was truth to deep to see.
For when they looked at you
they only saw me.
Alrighty, then, yet another introspective poem that made me feel like I was standing on stage completely nude. Ah, well, that’s what pen names were for, right?
Except Rhoda knew who I was now, and that wasn’t so bad, was it?
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No, it was quite lovely, actually, knowing that she read what I wrote and wanted more. It felt like she’d gotten to know the deeper, more personal version of me that sat in front of a screen and poured my inner self onto pages. And she liked it.
Nanna, of course, loved everything I wrote, but that was pretty much obligatory, wasn’t it? She was supposed to say good things about my work, so that was a given.
And HC seemed to genuinely enjoy my books, if I could trust that he wasn’t just being superficially nice since I was his fan girl. I mean, he couldn’t exactly tell me my book was boring when I was fawning all over his stories all the time, could he?
Enough navel gazing! Time to do something peppier than poetry. Discord! What’s going on today, Special Streaks? Don’t let me down.
#SpecialStreaksGeneral
HC: Here’s a lovely song. Link to video of terrible death metal song
GingerBollox: the commercial in that vid was how to insert a tampon
SoXOXO: your browser history scares me
Lorca: didn’t know you had a vag, ginger
Ayela: I’m defs confused about the body parts here
Bartt: surprise, surprise, Ayela’s confused
SassySword: I’m certainly confused
GingerBollox: I’m twisted up
HC: how is this new?
Cherubella: new body parts can be arranged
SpiritdeCacao: only for the good of heart
CoolBeans: what’s that mean?
MerFolk: those on the straight and narrow
smack_pans: straight people are an urban legend
Hoe: like Big Foot?
Exultant: I saw big foot last week
BalMichi: my wife has big feet
HC: do I want to know this?
ArlenKnight: some things you can’t unsee
Ayela: I’m listening to Mozart. You musically challenged might call it Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
DickDaddy: of course you’d like Mozart
Ayela: WTF is that supposed to mean? Mozart was a genius
DickDaddy: who wrote poo songs
Ayela: Wait, WHAT?
DickDaddy: You don’t know about his scat obsession?
HC: should I be worried that you DO?
SpiritdeCacao: yes, please tell all DickDaddy
DickDaddy: you have a keyboard
MonsterLover: and we have you
Hoe: I don’t have as much of you as I’d like
HC: that’s what he said
Ayela: OMG! Mozart wrote poo songs. I’m in good company!
DickDaddy: told ya
Ayela: check it: “Good night, sleep tight, / And stick your ass to your mouth,”-WA Mozart. It’s a wonderful Cannon in B flat.
HC: LMAO
Hoe: Mine’s better: “Leck Mich Im Arsch”
ArlenKnight: ??
Hoe: “Lick Me In The Ass”
Bartt: link us. now!
Hoe: Link to Leck Mich Im Arsch Video
Ayela: That’s the song I’m listening to. You’re a copy cat
Hoe: what do you know?
Ayela: more than you think
SoXOXO: dangerous words
BearyBeast: gotta watch that one
IAmSoImportant: noted
HC: who knew Mozart was such a rimmer?
DickDaddy: me, obviously
ArlenKnight: that tracks
RabbitGuano: ??????
SassySword: this day keeps getting better
CoolBeans: ass lickers are everywhere
GingerBollox: that’s what I’m talking about
InnerFire: you would
LordTyrant: I beat them off with sticks
HC: is that a euphemism?
HAAAAAA! Every. Single. Time. All I had to do was login, and those freaks made me wet myself. How could they turn MOZART, of all things, into trash talk??!!! ?? I saw the kids stirring from their naps on the monitor, so I closed my pad with its filthy contents and went to check on my charges.
Joey, Mal, and I played in the garden outside then watched cartoons, and when the night nanny, Nick, showed up, they were bathed, fed, and playing the VR Jelly Roll Theft game in the basement.
Nick was grinning like a mad fool and humming something under his breath that sounded like a familiar country song, but I wasn’t sure.
“Nick! The kids said you love singing.”
“The kids are right about a lot of stuff.”
“Did you know Mozart wrote poo songs?”
“HAAAAA!” he bellowed, nodding. “'Kiss my ass' is the translation, I think.”
“Ooooh, according to some Germans on Discord, it’s actually ‘Lick Me In The Ass,” I giggled back.
He doubled over, “So fucking perfect. Perfect.”
“I’m out.”
“Have a good one, Sam.”
And I headed to the taco truck to grab some take out for dinner on my way home. A perfect ending to a pretty good day. I couldn’t wait to get home and dive into spicy carnitas and Discord.