188/365 Sheila
After seven years, I see her at an art exhibit. She still looks like Madonna. Her daughters—whose old room’s still home to their sleeping-animals mural and now my NordicTrack—aren’t little anymore. It hurt her to lose the house. Her house. My house.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 5:07 AM
3 Comments:
I am constantly amazed at how much depth and shading and pathos you're able to pack into forty-four little words.
There are so many ways this could be interpreted. Her house, my house, who lives where, where did she come from--But my first question is, 80s Madonna or 90s Madonna?
SY: Thanks.
Bridgett: It's tough to answer 80s or 90s, given all her incarnations. But anytime her hair is blonde, kinda long, and kinda curlin', it's kinda Sheila. Or vice versa.
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