Thursday, March 27, 2008
My friend's daughter asks me
to take her hostage, to hold her
so she can't be free. I've played
this game before, I think. Do you
make boys sleep near the window
so you can push them out if you
don't like them?, she asks me when
she plays dress up in my clothes.
When I get older, I'm going to be
mean because I can and not love
anyone. Or at least let them know.
Then they'll be my hostages. She's
small for her age, but wears my clothes
well, as if they were made for her.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"You may not know it, but at the far end of despair, there is a white clearing where one is almost happy." Joan Baez
Drinking novel suggestion: American Studies Mark Merliss
Benedictions and Maledictions