Friday, December 31, 2010
Wounds I thought had healed, reopened.
Scars I'd hoped were permanent, faded.
Then some new scrapes
and band aids.
A Kafkaesque romantic history in which we discovered that I
was actually the author of the (senseless)(menacing) complexity
And I felt like a lady.
We called six cities across the country "home."
Sometimes I got what I wanted/needed/deserved.
So many republicans.
So much (but not enough)
about contract law.
And thank you for all of that.
Here's to fresh starts
And taking root
miss you already