Nothing works quite right. The refrig, dealing with dirty clothes, what to do with myself, I’ve entered the woods of my new life and am not sure which way is up. I broke the edge of one of my paintings that I’d stored in the garage too close to where I needed to park. Feels like a metaphor. I can’t find the right words Everything takes effort; the walking hurts and my new technology blows raspberries as I try to do simple things. I’m three weeks into this new Life and I feel awkward, at 7s and 9s (I’ve always imagined that was referring to the 7s and 9s timetables which I never truly memorized so they always awkward). I really do feel a faint sense of vertigo Now there’s the work of figuring out what do I actually want Blah said Toad
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