This is for the moms whose vacations were taken in the aisles of grocery stores, at the tables of cafés, in efficient trips to the shopping mall or gym.
Some days I give so much of my love away that I forget to leave any for myself.
my love, we live in a den full of thieves
There is a space between you and me that measuresthe exact distancerequiredfor a wild animalto turn from deadlyto cute. It is the kind of distancethat plays tricks on the eye --blurring harsh edges,leaving only pointillistic impressionsthat tickle the most palatable of memories. It is the size ofscribblescoalescing into sense,kitchen knivesmistaken forwooden spoons. Ours is the … Continue reading A Safe Distance
I've forgottenwhat it's liketo just exist. To leave without taking anyonewith me.To abandon the photographs, and mental notes, and the scriptsof what I'll tell them allwhen I gethome. My stories are just that --mine. They don't cease to exist just because I didn't share them. And if they do,that's okay too. Maybethey alreadyaccomplishedwhat they needed … Continue reading Reminder.