my Jesus Robe


Jeanne in one of her Jesus Robes


Jeanne’s Poem:
Some days I wear my Jesus robe
which covers my “no underwear.”

Other days, it’s cover for my manly, muscled legs
which younger brother labels “fat”.
(My fiancé smiles and retorts:”She doesn’t knock down easily”)

Other times my long robe is wide pants for yoga, skating and aerobic exercise-
somersaults, jumps and spinning.

Sometimes I cover with a long cape
for sacred rites, magic and covens.

Swishes live across my ankles,
flow with ‘lectric hems, static power.

Jesus robes are walls ‘gainst dust
windmills for energy: the Word of God, incarnate!

Riddle#30 “Fat”

RedCloak WizardJeanne

The limits of my language are the limits of my mind. All I know is what I have words for.
Ludwig Wittgenstein

Two days ago, my 4 year old grand-daughter tried calling me: “BIG FAT NANA”
HERE are the words I allow:
opera sized diva

In the car on the drive home we wrote this jingle:
Body size not here nor there
Names are bubbles in the air;
Pop them and they disappear!
Skip along with friends held dear.

Wonder how long the campaign to substitute the word will take?

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