(Trigger warning) I keep hovering in the kitchen chopping vegetables for soup though my teeth hurt so much there is very I can eat these days other than soft things. Ripe pears. Bread soaked in broth. Yogurt. Nursery food. I’m humming Leonard Cohen songs he shivers in my head. My eyes are burning. There are angels in my hair. There might be sparks flying from my body.
I love you I love you I love you. I'm sorry she bubbles up. I wish I could extract her out for you. And this thing in us that won't stop its dog dog dogging of us. I would fling it into the pot, but it would surely spoil the soup. Or perhaps if stewed long enough, it would become light and airy, little bits of fluffy nothingness.
I ran away from the dentist office once, nearly at the door then fled, terrified. I do better now with the kind, gentle Jamaican lady. Best of luck darling poet.
In this way we are the same although for me, not dentists so much as the regular doctors (the body doctors.) As you know. And as I know, someone asking why this horror comes upon us is useless breath. All I really do know is that you will survive it and you are going through this for all of the best of the reasons and you are very, very brave. If by Friday your freezer is filled with soup, all the better.
I am sorry about the fire. Our planet is so angry.
A level of fear intoxication that drives the bus
Oh honey
I somehow missed this when it came out. It's utterly amazing.
HELLO ! I immediately remembered the brilliance of your writing.
This brought me to my knees. Wrapping my love around you and holding you tight.
Incredible. I'm going to be thinking about you all week and especially Friday.
I love you I love you I love you. I'm sorry she bubbles up. I wish I could extract her out for you. And this thing in us that won't stop its dog dog dogging of us. I would fling it into the pot, but it would surely spoil the soup. Or perhaps if stewed long enough, it would become light and airy, little bits of fluffy nothingness.
I ran away from the dentist office once, nearly at the door then fled, terrified. I do better now with the kind, gentle Jamaican lady. Best of luck darling poet.
Xoxo
Barbara
In this way we are the same although for me, not dentists so much as the regular doctors (the body doctors.) As you know. And as I know, someone asking why this horror comes upon us is useless breath. All I really do know is that you will survive it and you are going through this for all of the best of the reasons and you are very, very brave. If by Friday your freezer is filled with soup, all the better.
I am sorry about the fire. Our planet is so angry.
I love you truly.