She lived on Ruby Road. You know the old woman who wore pearls in her hair. They said she was a beautiful dancer, back in the day when her copper black hair glistened with stars. I wondered what day they meant. Was it the day my daughter cried? Or the day my son’s heart broke? But Ruby Road danced, back in the day with pearls in her hair. Her hair white as pearls now. I thought she should thread sapphires and emeralds in that glorious snow white mane of hers. A lady ballerina with silk slippers lifting her to heaven. Those elegant feet, magical toes like wands tipping magicians’ top hats.
Her name they say–Ella O’Worster. No worster for wear. The wear that catches up–actually runs faster–while we slow down. Not a very nice fast fuckin’ fella. But Ella O’Worster, biblically prayed now with the faith of a wizened old woman hiding beneath a veil of folded flesh. Her spine overburdened in time. Smile. Smile yes she still had the smile like pearls when her hair was wrapped in a dancerina lump bringing her two inches closer to the clouds. To her God. She was anxious to leap up. In her mind, she waltzed with God. He touched her cheek. His smile pearls too. But his eyes were diamonds in blue. Those diamonds in blue were limelight flashbulbs bursting away to capture her and God dancing across the air, on the clouds. Which by the way, she prayed tasted like marshmallows. The tiny ones she loved disappearing in her cocoa.
Ella O’Worster would disappear like mini marshmallows, with pearls in her hair that glistened with stars. Her smooth lips glossed in orange-blossom pink. She knew God adored orange-blossom pink. The lotus trees breathed these secrets to her when she danced in the bathroom or in the hallway or in the little kitchen that used to be home to her little dog Sampson. Now it was just her. Her ballerina slippers tied to her bedpost. Sampson’s little woven green collar hung there too. Everyone was waiting including the mini marshmallows each night to meet God and dance a waltz on a cloud white like pearls against a sky of orange lotus flowers.
hearts out to Orlando