Thursday, February 25, 2010

Catharsis

There is soft wood on the back of a dresser,
nearly hidden from sight,
where I gouged out a scar, a blemish,
and left a raw open wound in its place.
I carved my name beneath it,
claiming this bit of your history
for myself.

And it felt like freedom.



Friday, February 19, 2010

Soundtrack to my day

-Mama! Mama!
What?
CAR!
Yep, car.
Mama! MAMA!
What?
Ball!
Yes, that's a ball.
Mama! Mama!
What?!
BOOK!
Yes, Ryker. Book.
MAMA! MAMA!
WHAT?
...CAR!

*sigh*
I love this little booger, but I'm starting to go a little crazy.