If a Bogotana had this many cleaning supplies, she’d be a professional cleaner.And he’d be a mountaineer with this hiking stuff, or with just one carabiner.A Bogotano with this garage would not complain that it’s too small.He’d be a full-time carpenter with just one little … Continued
There she goes again, ripping out the seams. Doesn’t she know it will leave holes? I wish I could hold it all together for her. She thinks she might be better off alone. Bits of thread lie scattered on the … Continued
My baby is six months old,that wiggly, giggly baby of mine–that holdable, foldable babywho is with me almost all the time.That rooting, scooting babycould soon get up and go.Gone is the snarfing, barfing babythat I used to know. Half a … Continued
“Don’t get old!” she says to me.(She is ninety-two.)But I’m not sure there’s anything elsethat I can do. Knowing that I am still youngand knowing what I don’t,sometimes I wish for long-term ageon a short-term loan. Someday I’ll know a … Continued
It’s good if you like to do it yourself.We like to do it ourselves, ourselves.Home cooking, home brewing, and self home repair––we birth our own babies, we build our own shelves. It’s good to take pride in the work that … Continued
I cling to you like cicada shells,as hollow as a bead.I want you to fill me upwhen grace is what I need. I look to you like a little childjust learning how to read.I want you to say I’m rightwhen … Continued
He’s building me a chicken coopthat rolls around the yard,so dealing with the chicken poopshouldn’t be too hard. He’s making sure this chicken coopis structurally sound.We’ll have to get the neighbors’ helpto roll the thing around!
That’s why I’ve been cranky–my blood-chocolate was low!That’s why life was dim and dark.I’m glad that now I know.It’s bad to be in a bad mood,but you know what’s even worse?When you don’t know why you’re in it–now that’s a … Continued
Stir-crazy future’s hazy seasonal worker turned berserker when I know which way to go you will see no stopping me.