Why Do Some People Attract So Many Mosquitoes?

It’s not a competition
But if it is, I’ve won
I am living the dream
And it’s only just begun

I’ve been used and betrayed
And poked in the eye
I confidently fix my crown
My head and my heels high

I smell like cotton candy
My skin is just as sweet
Small minds want a taste
Their otherwise incomplete

Mocked, misunderstood
For my great happiness
Pests cannot lift up others
Cannot comprehend this

My fairy tale was burst long ago
It seems overrated and overdone
I’ve had lovers in 14 countries
Though I’d settle for a lifetime with the right one

I’m attracted to sparkly humans
The kind and the generous in spirit
Pure intentions with a moral compass
And someone who’s a bit satiric

Give me one who is well-rounded
Equal parts naughty and nice
Some PDA? Yes please…
Don’t have to ask me twice!

Beaches, fireworks, roller coasters
Concerts, travel, wine and food
Or snuggles by a crackling fire
Gets me in the mood

Oh, I’ve been loved and hated
By men, but mostly women
Jealousy is a terrible disease
Glad I haven’t been bitten

I adore my female friends
We lift each other up
And slather on insect repellent
Sharing life lessons and makeup

My heart remains soft
Much like my well-chosen words
Honestly, I curse a little (or a lot)
But hate and bigotry is never deserved

I’ll age like fine wine
As I have no bitter roots
Beauty and old are not mutually exclusive
Occasionally I rock thigh-high boots

I have done my time in an office
Traded the boardroom to become a Goddess
Overcame challenges, too many me, toos
What, you expect me to be modest?!

I don’t care what others think
My character and integrity are gold
I’ve worked in war-torn countries
Like a lioness I am bold

My adult children are my heart
They are better versions of me
My parents are shining examples
How good a life lived well can be

It’s not a competition
But if it is, I’ve won
I live my life out loud
Because at 55, it’s just begun!

~Just L (December 4, 2018)

Author’s Note: A little love and silliness — the best antidote for pests!

All For You

All For You

I dreamed of you. I looked for you. I stopped seeking you. I saw you. I walked up to you. I talked to you. I thought about you. I was hexed by you. I text you. I met up with you. I ate with you. I kissed you. I spent days with you. I danced with you. I fancied you. I watched you. I wooed you.  I was amazed by you. I was slayed by you. I said good bye to you. I believed in you. I videochatted with you. I made videos for you. I invited you. I welcomed you. I introduced you. I walked with you. I have cooked for you. I sang to you. I called you. I crawled beside you. I asked you. I basked in you. I loved you. I made love to you. I unraveled you. I traveled with you. I slept with you. I wept for you. I want you. I waited for you. I was made for you.

~ Just L (July 1, 2018)

Doing Less. Becoming More.

My resolutions have been revised to reflect what i find absolutely necessary to cultivate in 2017…

Soft heart
Silky skin
Touchable hair
Kissable lips
Kind actions
Gentle speech
Fiery soul
Shiny eyes
Deep breath
Open mind
Light touch
Healthy desire
Grateful being
Sweet disposition
Delicious curiosity
Exquisite scent
Common sense
Extraordinary sense of adventure
Hard ass

~Just L (January 21, 2017)

 

My Christmas Wish List – 2016

My Christmas Wish List:
1. Someone who thinks slow dancing is sexy
2. Socks – cashmere, boot and fuzzy
3. Someone who is mature but I can be childish with
4. Leather gloves in every color
5. Someone who wants to fill my heart with adventure
6. A turntable and vinyl records
7. Someone who loves as deep and wide as I do
8. Scented candles
9. Someone who believes intimacy begins with the brain
10. Cashmere sweaters
11. Someone who likes to grab my butt A LOT
12. A giant lump of coal *wink*

~Just L (November 27, 2016)

Published in the December 2016 Blender of Love Digest.

Love Handles

In this high tech world, I treasure these tangibles:

Books gifted or exchanged
Event wristbands or as proof of age

Greeting cards mailed for no occasion
Rocks collected from destinations

Photos on the fridge, captured memories
Ticket stubs to music, sports, or movies

Concert tees from a few favorites
Handwritten love letters in pockets

Maps of places dared
Menus of meals shared

Sticky notes on the mirror for no reason
Wine corks etched with dates to mark a season

VIP passes backstage with the band
Receipts no one else will understand

But you.

~Just L (May 4, 2016)

A Memoir This Does Not Make, But It Tells a Tale

NaPoWriMo Day 29: Poet and artist Joe Brainard is probably best remembers for his book-length poem/memoir, I Remember. The book consists of a series of statements, all beginning with the phrase “I remember.” 

I remember…

  1. “Here she comes, here she comes, oh she slipped back in,” as her 8-year-old brother greeted his baby sister into the world.
  2. Believing that having a signature perfume scent, a Volvo station wagon, and a California bungalow of my own meant I was “grown up.”
  3. That the women I most admired growing up were my mother and aunts, and that while I thought they were the most sophisticated women in the world, they were barely 30.
  4. Rolling the Toyota Forerunner over twice on black ice in very slow motion. One passenger screaming bloody murder and my two children quiet as mice.
  5. After reading a poem that my son wrote for me instead of the “Dear John” letter he was likely instructed to write from Iraq, I could have died happy right that moment.
  6. Feeling incredibly angry upon being betrayed by someone whom I had committed my life to, and how every once in a while that anger still stings nearly a decade later. And surprisingly it wasn’t a boyfriend or husband who cut me that deeply.
  7. One summer day riding the Honda 350 into the foothills of California with my dad, the wind in my hair, my arms wrapped around his waist, and stopping to get an ice cream cone feeling like the best day ever.
  8. Lying on the floor of the urgent care puking my guts out, my migraine headache pain level off the chart for the nth day in a row, a blanket over my head to block out the light, crying babies piercing my skull, and not caring what I looked like at all.
  9. Realizing that there was nothing I liked better than the smell of my boyfriend on my hands and clothes. It had nothing to do with cologne, and I hoped I would still smell this and smile in years to come.
  10. Being at a wedding when my son was nearly three months old, and I not yet 19, and the exact words that were spoken to me by this man before he hit me that spurred me to leave him forever and get my Bachelor’s and Master’s degree.
  11. My parents always let us play in the fire when camping. Many a burnt stick used for sky writing, flaming marshmallows, and many melted Adidas shoes later, I am surprised they still allowed it.
  12. The day I looked at my journals I had kept since fifth grade and thinking to myself, “Oh my God, I have to burn these… I can never allow my children to read the contents!”
  13. Being pregnant with my daughter and walking through the talking trees on the UCSD campus high above the ocean, and feeling the most incredible peace and joy in that moment.
  14. Looking into a coyote’s eyes in the canyon and feeling for certain he was going to steal my soul.
  15. The last time my adult daughter slept in my bed, and how lucky I felt that we can share our hearts as women, and yet how her face still looks exactly like my little girl.

 ~Just L (April 29, 2016)

 I decided to write down 15 memories in less than 15 minutes. No editing, no overthinking. Interesting what stays with us.