September 6, 2009
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Been gone a while. Been floating round the ether. Been plucking strands of spider webs like harp strings. Been painting the nursery. Been watching things grow. The tomatoes in the back yard didn’t turn red this year and neither did I. Still green around the gills. I can’t find the lead to upload the photos onto my pc. Bah. My dress is a sticky mess. It always washes out but it always re-appears as baby rice or puke. The white stains. I dreamt that as I approached the bathroom I saw a puddle of milk spreading slowly from underneath the door. As worrisome as water. As sinister as blood. Last night I dreamt I had a goose. I kept leaving her behind, on the bus, in cafes. But I always got her back. I dreamt we had to write a book review and bring the book in (to school?) with us. I couldn’t do it. Braindead. So I brought a toy in instead. I haven’t been writing and there’s little time for reflection. My dreams say it all. Sleep is the aperture.
Comments (2)
Sound like you need a battery recharge. Oh well, enjoy it while it lasts; before you know it, she’ll be going to school and you won’t know what to do with yourself!
How is La Batarde going?
Sounds like parenthood has grabbed you by the short ‘n curlies…