earrings

I touch the double row of silver hoop earrings hanging from his left ear, trail along his jawline, his neck, down his shoulder, to the flaming tail of the dragon on his arm. He leans into the caress, and my own body feels on fire with the continued way his eyes gaze upon me. The first moment I saw him, the night people clamored over each other to step out of his way, I was frightened. The guy with earrings and tattoos and an energy radiating danger. Now__nside and out__ll I see is beauty.

Me carrying a briefcase is like a hotdog wearing earrings.

Women should never go without earrings. Passing on them is an opportunity missed.

The sun beasts the shit out of a dirty road called Raton Pass where the closest thing to a pair of matching earring is a guy named Carl who punches you in the head with his fist.

The early dew-falls that did a pristine coating,over the woods with its finest transparency,glazed as like its wet white-glassy earrings that hung on the ears of wild flowers__nlatched my fancy.

A bunch of Latinas at Pitzer College decided to let white girls know that they shouldn__ wear hoops anymore, because that__ appropriating a style.... I__e never worn hoop earrings for the purpose of __eeling ethnic,_ nor have I ever associated hoop earrings with a certain culture. They__e always been an accessory I like. It__ really as simple as that....I can__ wear hoops because I didn__ __reate the culture as a coping mechanism for marginalization_? I can__ wear hoops because I__ not a feminist? I can__ wear hoops because some Latinas can__ afford it? I can__ wear hoops because I refuse to buy into your hypersensitive BS?....Does anyone else realize how completely ridiculous that sounds?

Mary._ Turning at the soft sound of her name, she glanced behind herself. Then frowned. __assiter?_ ____ over here._ __here?_ She looked all around. __hy is your voice echoing?_ __himney._ __hat?_ ____ stuck in the fucking chimney._ She raced over to the fireplace and got on her hands and knees. Looking up into the dark flue, she shook her head. __ass? What the hell are you doing up there?_ His voice emanated from somewhere above her. __on__ tell anyone, okay?_ __hat are you__ An arm came down. A very sooty arm that was encased in a red sleeve that had white trim. Or what had been white trim and which was now smudged with ash. __ou__e stuck!_ she exclaimed. __nd thank God no one lit this fire!_ __ou__e telling me,_ he muttered in his disembodied voice. __ had to blow out Fritz__ match like a hundred times before he gave up. Fuck, that sounds dirty. Anyway, just remind me never to try to be Santa for your kid, okay? I__ not doing this again, even for her._ Mary stretched a little farther in, but the logs on the hearth stopped her. __assiter. Why can__ you free yourself by dematerializing__ ____ impaled on a hook that__ iron. I can__ go ghost. And will you just take this?_ __ha