Monday, September 6, 2010

21/104: The baby is sick

Things move at a certain pace around here.
I sit and my heart's rhythm is Ray Charles
or just a cadence with the wind.
I don't know.

The afternoon sun sneaks through the trees
and comes right in these windows.
I don't have a bra on
I haven't thought about socks for days
and I can say 'fuck' any time I'd like.

(I prefer it this way, believe it or not)

I can't imagine a life where the phrase
"The kids need shoes" would ever leave my mouth.

Hallelujah for this life.

1 comment:

jeremy said...

i love the line(verse?): "I haven't thought about socks in days"