tammy started wearing nail polish when she was 4. her mom bought her a bottle of revlon at the local pharmacy; the one on belmont and river. she painted her own toes, let her mom do her fingers. she used the entire bottle by her 5th birthday. she asked for more colors, asked for glitter, asked for cotton balls and remover. a beautician was born.
tammy got her first purse when she was 7. she saw it at toys'r'us in the barbie isle. pink with a bright blue-and-yellow flower; glittery plastic. every girl's dream. she'd gone there herself, to get out of the rain, waiting until her mom go off work from the ihop across the lot. without any money, but with enough motivation. a thief was born. the bag stayed in her locker at school until school got out for the year. she told her mom a friend lent it to her for the summer.
more on the life of tammy later.
tammy got her first purse when she was 7. she saw it at toys'r'us in the barbie isle. pink with a bright blue-and-yellow flower; glittery plastic. every girl's dream. she'd gone there herself, to get out of the rain, waiting until her mom go off work from the ihop across the lot. without any money, but with enough motivation. a thief was born. the bag stayed in her locker at school until school got out for the year. she told her mom a friend lent it to her for the summer.
more on the life of tammy later.
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could you email it to me when you find the photo and i'll repost this poem (this part of the poem) with the photo.
if you want to, if you feel motivated enough, we could compile the life of tammy together. photos and poems, not necessarily one photo for each poem or visa versa.
and i can let you in on the grand scheme that is tammy, too. notlike it's anything mystical, just a projection of what tammy is, was, and
will become.
excited ness
narrative poetry and photography
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no we did not get that settled with the lovely amc of danvers because they would not allow any refunds without the card present at the venue. and there is no way in heaven or hell that i'm driving all the way to danvers for $18 when it would cost us that much in gas to get there. they knew they were having problems that night, can see that our card was charged, but swear that they can't do anything for us. guess what... am never going to an amc theatre again.
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