Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Fridays are the worst

for reminding me that I am not as close as I ought to be.
when the chilly air creates water unbearable,
&all the dogs are begging for daily walkings.
I miss, i Miss, I Miss...
hiding in the pantry, eating tortilla chips,
chasing ducks in the yard,
&being 1 of 5.
i know it`s a stretch to feel joy [the same way every time?]
I know, i Know, I Know...
but, you see, I haven`t been home in so many years!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Go home... maybe I will visit you there again, one day. At midnight, I will bring you pictures of good looking boys carefully cut from magazine pages. And the thought alone will make me unusually happy. :)