Month: March 2015
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Beautiful Boy
Where did he come from?! Sometimes I look at him and see a little boy, the person he will be. His face seems so old in certain light. I mostly see it when he’s sleeping in my arms, when it’s 3am and delirium has cloaked everything. Maybe it’s not so much delirium as it is…
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Take a walk
There’s so much promise. I bought these shoes on a whim. I mean, look at them?! I asked a friend “are these too girly for a boy?” Obviously, if they are, it didn’t matter. I bought them. I mean, look at them?! They are huge. They are walking shoes. They are an idea, a twinkle…
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How blue is his blue?
What does it mean when you dream about dolphins? Actually, I don’t know what it was – a seal/porpoise creature whose fin poked through gray water. He was friendly enough. I stood on a balcony looking over a venetian marina. Jack was around somewhere, in my arms perhaps, in reality sleeping fitfully next to me…