By Vivi Delsole
There’s something sad about a thumb-ringed checkout girl with a baby bump at CVS. There’s something odd about two actors making love on TV. There’s something good about devouring a plate of mashed potatoes at the Cracker Barrel. There’s something solid about a man sleeping on the stepdown ICU floor. There’s something tough about a woman emptying drains over the bathroom sink reciting a mantra of swears. There’s something beautiful about a yogini slow motioning her PT moves in the attic room. There’s something distant about a sister mothering her children in Minnesota. There’s something fresh about one hundred silk flower stems and a set of chewed-up pruners. There’s something loopy about arrangements made on the back porch at 1 AM. There’s something brutal about a new stitched up softball for a breast and a red gash across the belly. There’s something determined about two-hour bike rides with nosebleeds that once took 45 minutes without. There’s something ugly about a hairless reflection of a chemotherapy clone with a mooned-out face. There’s something seductive about silky scarves and big earrings. There’s something horrifying about a man in the mood. There’s something mystifying about hot flashes and night sweats. There’s something right about a candle flame dancing alone in the dark in the dead of winter.
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