I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.
I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.
Someone has shoved an icepick between my scapula and now my shoulders want to be ear muffs. I am moaning over races I'd like to run but there is not even a water tight roof on this house. Helicopters circle danger overhead and I have to remember to pick my chin up. I'm not as sad as I sound, it's just my laundry that needs deliverence.
posted by ttractor @ 6:07 PM
2 Comments:
okay, for serious---you're great with imagery and metaphors, but did someone actually shove an icepick in your back?!?
I hope not. (isn't it nice to know where i stand on this issue?)
no, but goshem moses it feels like it. this desk is far too small and I am tied to it with my boss out with pneumonia.
I'm so glad you want me un-shivved. I am feeling a bit overly ventilated these days, anyway. things just keep floating away from me, or simply moving right through.
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