Hinge

The past's prelude
In the dark

a child's cough.
Breadth of beginnings
the point of decision
uncome

the phone call

the e-mail

falling is like flight

in my body,

and the earth's--

thoughts run wet

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(Once)

They say the sky is on our side
greeting the pain uncomfortably.

I think the snow shoulders souls
snapping twigs and keepsakes

Into a flatter season of longing
springing and then re-learning.

Snowdrops by the handful are
already, guiltily offering hope

On our first view of this house
someone else's youth and life.

In a warm corner, like a flare
a picture of Gandhi and the
name "Michael Schwerner"
speak, then flower into trees.

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(Remembering the first time we looked at this house in the snow and found snowdrops and Michael Schwerner's posthumous Gandhi award from CORE sitting in the garage. Friend S has always said that--that's when the house spoke to us.)

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Spin

Yesterday, after I'd dropped the kids off at school and was driving home to work at syllabi and class prep, I ran over a squirrel. I've braked-swerved-stopped for the suicidal little creatures before and would have this time, except that this one leapt out of the undergrowth before I could harness a reaction. Serves me right. I should have biked/walked the kids. I felt the thunk of its body under the wheel and could see its inert form lying an inch or so from the edge of the road. I felt miserable.

I called my mother.

She was horrified. And suggested that to make up for taking a life, I should scatter grain in the garden for other squirrels to eat.

I'm such a bad person, that all I could think of was--but I'm not the one who eats meat! 

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Yea to Tea

Hello, Michael Graves for Alessi teakettle. How I have loved you from afar. Were you designed for me? For my blue and wine colored kitchen? Or were you designed for me because it's widely-known that I collect birds? 

O, Michael Graves for Alessi teakettle. Whoops. Did you forget I'm too skint/stingy to spend three HUNDRED $$ on a tea kettle? 

Oh hello, Michael Graves for Target teakettle. No birdies? No problem. I prefer your buttercup-yellow knobbed lid to the other one anyway. And $ 29.99 and discounted because you're being discontinued? Well, well. Welcome on in!

Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?

Big A and I watched the Louis C.K. show after the kids went to bed. We're long time fans of LCK back from when he used to write for Chris Rock, had his show on HBO etc. So I was kind of taken aback to hear LCK say his self-marketed website show had gone so well that he had a million dollars all at once for the first time.

Me: I feel bad that LCK didn't have a million all this time.

Big A(outraged): Do you feel bad that we've never either?


(Not so much--I don't expect us to, and I guess I think people on TV are automatically wealthy. That plus he's made so many people laugh--that's worth some good karma in my book.)

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Li'l Mr. Right

I returned from the grocery store, delighted that I brought back some Mrs. Meyer's products: aromatherapeutic, biodegradable, natural, never tested on animals, ammonia- paraben- phosphate- free.

Li'l A [horrified]: You bought cleaning products called "Mrs. Something"??? Because only women are supposed to clean, right?

At least I'm doing something right?

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Baby A wants to know:

a) Are there *ANY* kids in India?

(b) What are their names?

(Four-year-olds are thorough!)