Puke, Post Offices and a Poem
Nov. 12th, 2002 04:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guywithmonstersI'm about to go to the post office and send my flame chuck taylors back to get a bigger size. They say it'll take 4 - 6 weeks, which I think is a bit unreasonable. I wish they fit - they're so cool.
Works' OK. Been bust but not too crazy. Brent's back tomorrow and I'm thinking of pulling a half day Friday. I'll come in for a flu shot then leave. I'll probably call out then come in for the shot anyway. No one I work for is here. I just don't want to miss the shot but SO need a day off.
Mr. Bear is on his way to Orlando for meetings. His brother is staying with him for a bit so I don't have Tessa, which is OK with Weezer being sick again. If he threw up again today we're going back to the vet again. Sad fellow can't keep his food down - and Weezer LOVES to eat! I hope they can get him back on course health wise. I feel helpless and awful just watching him be sick and unhappy.
Laundry tonight and maybe putting wheels/legs on the sofa if I have time. I'm seeing a dance performance tomorrow at BAM and am really looking forward to it.
All these disappointments,
I would take them from you
if I could.
We shift the weight of them,
cumbersome and unwieldy,
in an effort to stand a little closer,
tentatively examining
each other's broken hearts.
All this water under the bridge
has worn the ravine between us
a little deeper than the
first rains of our youths.
Now all our words,
every little touch
is tainted by self doubt and
self protection.
But it wasn't always this way.
I used to lie naked in my bed
to feel the morning sunlight
and imagine the warmth of it
drifting up my shins
was someone like you.
Hearts, like pastures get
overgrown if not used,
go wild and full of thickets
hard and painful to traverse.
We gingerly
pick our way through,
frequently snagged
and cut by briars.
Let's light it all on fire
and start over.
Works' OK. Been bust but not too crazy. Brent's back tomorrow and I'm thinking of pulling a half day Friday. I'll come in for a flu shot then leave. I'll probably call out then come in for the shot anyway. No one I work for is here. I just don't want to miss the shot but SO need a day off.
Mr. Bear is on his way to Orlando for meetings. His brother is staying with him for a bit so I don't have Tessa, which is OK with Weezer being sick again. If he threw up again today we're going back to the vet again. Sad fellow can't keep his food down - and Weezer LOVES to eat! I hope they can get him back on course health wise. I feel helpless and awful just watching him be sick and unhappy.
Laundry tonight and maybe putting wheels/legs on the sofa if I have time. I'm seeing a dance performance tomorrow at BAM and am really looking forward to it.
All these disappointments,
I would take them from you
if I could.
We shift the weight of them,
cumbersome and unwieldy,
in an effort to stand a little closer,
tentatively examining
each other's broken hearts.
All this water under the bridge
has worn the ravine between us
a little deeper than the
first rains of our youths.
Now all our words,
every little touch
is tainted by self doubt and
self protection.
But it wasn't always this way.
I used to lie naked in my bed
to feel the morning sunlight
and imagine the warmth of it
drifting up my shins
was someone like you.
Hearts, like pastures get
overgrown if not used,
go wild and full of thickets
hard and painful to traverse.
We gingerly
pick our way through,
frequently snagged
and cut by briars.
Let's light it all on fire
and start over.
