Too many things,
when all I want is to write my own story.
And I keep thinking
"call someone"
after all, there is the threat of the bird flu pandemic.
We could all be dead tomorrow.
So,
Please,
come get the bird.
And tell me we are safe.
We are all so safe here.
With teddy bears and home-made stuffed donkeys you will never know.
I had a revelation the other day, maybe even two weeks ago, that all we really will have in the end is one another and our stories.
As we are running out of food in the cold, and confused, as we were during the code-red drills in jr. high school, pressed together and feeding one another with the stories that cannot be starved out of us.
Posted by jackie colburn at December 20, 2005 03:37 AM