by Amy Guth

You look like a perfect fit for a girl in need of a tourniquet, the radio sang and I knew the singer was aiming right for my head. I can't just lie down and pretend not to be, but maybe can you save me like I think maybe you can. Because today this Wonder Woman is feeling soft and pink and tired, and I think if maybe you can save me from feeling my common girl's shoes, from the empty faces talking in cliches, from the ideas I haven't enough daytime to wrestle, from the debt-worry I haven't enough to meet, from the odd little shaded hearts getting all they need without an effort in sight. Maybe just today it's too much for me and struck me down already, before it's even started. I don't need much, just a little wink, a nod, a touch, a smile; a little some kind of something to remind me I'm maybe not so lost. Maybe in this early milk light, when the sun isn't too sure about shining just yet and the bricks on the street are fogged mirrors that match my ratty brains, maybe just for today, you could just save me from all this and I can be Wonder Woman another day.


Amy Guth, author of At Sevens, has written about blaxploitation, Judaism, feminism, media literacy, bandwagonism, art, cult films, racism, hate crime and social irritants for all sorts of places like The Believer, Monkeybicycle, blah blah blah. She's toodling around at the moment promoting her novel Three Fallen Women and having a very nice time, thanks. She blogs Bigmouth Indeed Strikes Again. Come say hi.


Sara said...

Loved this 6 soooo much. Had a peek at your blog too, will be back, you have a gorgeous way with words.

Eric Spitznagel said...

Brilliant as always. I'm a proud cynic, but there's something about the way you string together words that makes my lower lip quiver. Damn you, Guth! Damn you all to hell!!

austere said...

Intense! This putting together of the pieces/ scotchtaping the bits/ grasping at a hint.

Envied descriptions, splly early morning milk light that one.

Added blog to google reader.

Harry said...

Amy, I've always liked your writing and I'm sure I'm not alone in wishing It could be me to save the pretty girl behind the smart girl glasses when she's feeling soft and pink and tired.