cradle this role
of an unnamed
creature in our
unreal world
offer backbone
roots open into
constellations
in snowy filaments
of tired memory
you tried to believe
in figments I know
cradle this role
of an unnamed
creature in our
unreal world
offer backbone
roots open into
constellations
in snowy filaments
of tired memory
you tried to believe
in figments I know
Long run (for me, i.e. 5 mi.), Challah from L, marveling about Fred Hampton with At, sleepover with Nu and the puppies last night--those are some of the highlights. The rest was work--finally got acceptance letters and contracts out to the poets we'd picked last week.
Big A is at the end of a longish break (12 days) from work in the ER. He's been working--on papers and paperwork--but he's been home and it has been extra cozy. We were reminiscing about how "when we were younger" and he worked in the ER so much more, a break like this would invariably start with a giant fight about something inconsequential. We seem to have gotten better about managing hopes and expectations and overall, we're just... kinder to each other.
I loved seeing all these robins vacationing chirpily--for a few moments it took me out of subzero temps and deadlines.
(Then my fingertips began to freeze in my flip-top mittens, so I decided to stop taking pics and honor my South Indian heritage by hurrying home and staying in for the rest of the day.)
from the brutality
of everything we
carry, when only
fragments of story
are ours to control
We know we are every
-one, belong every
place, matter some
-times in epilogue
Is the lesson that I bragged to soon? Bragged at all? Will Nu be able to get past this? Will I? UGH. I feel so helpless watching this child squander so many chances.
Pic is to remind myself of a less complicated, cuddlier time...
It has been a year. Some days it feels like yesterday, some days it feels like a distant dream of love. There have been tears every day...