The interior of our childrens schools feel other-wordly now, dare we place a toe over the treshold.
Her snail’s pace is patience, thrumming through the rooms where I try to exist.
It all happened in an instant, just like the lightning rush.
it took a year for it / to die, shelled and / alone in a far corner of / the unkempt living room.
skin to skin / blood and breath.
a fire / a trough / a pill
I scooped up that five year old, all arms and legs, brought him to my lap and I hugged him tight. I held him and I told him he had every right to feel angry.
I snapped quick photos of your concentration, placed the phone down and watched your fingers move, how you dipped your brushes a little too aggressively, swirled through the orange like a hurricane then slapped on too many layers.
Does your brain ever feel like it's on a carousel? 'Cause mine sure does. Every. Damn. Day. Spinning in circles, everything lost in an up-down blur. You crane your neck to try to keep your eyes on that one something, but inevitably it always escapes your line of vision, because that carousel just keeps on…
I'm so sorry every day looks exactly the same. I'm so sorry for getting angry, so often. I'm frustrated. I'm lost. I'm anxious. But you are most important to me, always. Yell, apologize, repeat. Time is meaningless. The days blend and blind like getting sun in our eyes. Only night brings some sort of relief;…