dear beth, (dear me) dear naive sweet-eyed girl of 12 hours ago. i’m so sorry to hear that your Mother(s) Day was… a disappointment. if it’s any consolation, your husband is surely kicking himself square in the balls. and like, you can always “sleep in” when you’re dead. plus, you
And when you find you have arrived, there will be no applause; No comfort or assurances that you indeed belong. You will not find it right away; Alas! the growth is slow. But once you’re there, you’ll feel the air has lightened undertow. In truth, it is the absences that
Privy To: I’ve seen how you sometimes creep solemnly to the bathroom mirror. Heels brushing the hexagonal tiles, swish swash, like dead leaves atop a hiding place. I’ve watched as you search your own eyes. (they move so fast.) Almost like a shiver. Your breath quickens.
March Ten months ago, I had a baby. (Nineteen. months ago, I got pregnant with a baby.) And I recently joked with my husband… And he laughed. Hunched over his dive-bar burger, looking at me with that crinkly-eyed smile in a way that showed his whole heart agreed. And I
Avenues Do you feel as i do? The will-be could-be should-be Willbecouldbeshouldbe Wlb. cdb. sdb. (you don’t have to say it) Have I? Have we? Grown-up? Is this it? Was it supposed to look like.. This? Sometimes I remember a piece of me. Special bold confident young