![one more, last one
end of the day
comfort in the familiar, in objects [and.yet]
the betrayal of the ordinary, of the every day. in the house, alone, screaming, wailing. finding papers, scraps of notes, phone numbers on envelopes. the this and the that of lives lived together.
at the table, quiet. some work, some weeping. this is what we do.
market, back to mom’s.
mom, nearer, more far away. as I’m helping with her socks and sneakers, “I hate this,” she says. she hates me on my knees, helping her, she hates that putting pants on, taking pants off takes forever. the betrayal of her own self.
note to (my) self, idiot: it really isn’t all about you. it is not.](http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxxdyoZn7c1qa0iruo1_500.png)
one more, last one
end of the day
comfort in the familiar, in objects [and.yet]
the betrayal of the ordinary, of the every day. in the house, alone, screaming, wailing. finding papers, scraps of notes, phone numbers on envelopes. the this and the that of lives lived together.
at the table, quiet. some work, some weeping. this is what we do.
market, back to mom’s.
mom, nearer, more far away. as I’m helping with her socks and sneakers, “I hate this,” she says. she hates me on my knees, helping her, she hates that putting pants on, taking pants off takes forever. the betrayal of her own self.
note to (my) self, idiot: it really isn’t all about you. it is not.
