January 2012
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holy hell
dream, something, something, lost, found
trailer park, somewhere, shells, feathers, cigarette butts
thing thing lost
getting to mom, find my way there, to her
but not mom, not there
get a ride, get there, walk in to see her
the man, oh by the way, mom, this is Newt.
holy holy hell. Newt Gingrich did me a solid in a dream.
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I slept maybe four hours all night;...
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my mother listened to the entire republican debate, something I could not bring myself to do.
I listened intermittently.
I need to learn more about how brains connect, disconnect, make sense and make meaning.
msnbc is one big touchstone in this house.
confusions come and go; her political leanings are steadfast.
pole star sort of.
the woman Rich’s wife knows, whose husband was lost, then found.
looking at the photo she’d posted, I think of unspeakable grief
the sweater he wears In the photo. the weight of it in her hands
on her heart
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sent an email to a friend about a drink tomorrow.
dark out, ready to walk home, go to Amy’s for Alexander’s sixth birthday cupcake and prosecco celebration before the bank and mom’s.
and unbidden.
the tears.
as they do.
from nowhere.
from everywhere.
these ones quiet. stealth tears. office tears. sad tired quiet ones.
as they do.
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Christaland: He looked up and smiled at me, and in... →
christaland:
He looked up and smiled at me, and in that moment, I wanted to give him my heart, rip it from my chest and hand it to him bloody, beating, vulnerable. I wanted him to have it and care for it and carry it and love it. I wanted my heart watching him in the shower and sitting next to him on the…
reblogging because this is perfect, because I want to find it again and again.
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