so i was going to list the guesses people had abt why she's on sabbatical, but i'm peevish b/c i just realized i've been teaching my classes with a hot wheels sticker stuck to my ass. anyway, the only one that i ever wind up remembering is this: is mamie getting a boob job?? it's a serious question, and the answer is, sadly or happily depending on yr point of view: no. i shudder at the idea of mamie with an enormous chest. what would become of the running, the dresses?
and yet, the reason she's not on here at the moment is equally terrifying. she's learning to fall in love with poetry again. her exact words. this idea makes me feel uneasy. sounds like an impossibly masochistic task. like, we all will love writing as much as we do at this very moment. only you, mame, would try to dredge up more love for it, or try for a love more pure when it should maybe just be left alone in its ungainly ruinous state. a physical representation of my soul today.
today, i took aaron to get another round of immunizations. we're on visit number 17 at this point b/c he came without batteries or a shot record. anyhow, he didn't scream bloody murder or cry today at all.
'you want to know why hannah?' he whispers.
'why?'
'i just told myself: after this, i will not be dead.'
which is, i believe, the right way to look at just about anything.
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l. mamie w/ boob job: the running might be less effective/slightly painful, but more entertaining to watch. the dresses would become more effective and more entertaining to watch. depending on your point of view, of course.
whatever. my bony collar bone is AWESOME. and i couldn't be near as naked as often with an actual chest. are you there, god? it's me, margaret.
also: i love "i won't be dead after." had just decided, along with my friend a., that our mantra would now be, "they can all go to hell." but i like aaron's better.
jeebus, your on this blog more that you aren't on it than you were when you were on it. i thought you were falling in love. again. with poetry.
whatever. hannah CALLED. and said I BLOGGED. so i read it.
you know, a week ago i would have stooped to your teasing, would have threatened something about a sports cup not being near enough protection from my impending wrath.
but now, now i'll simply glance at your silly comment and get back to my sun salutation. ass.
hate you.
hello. i am happy.
lame excuse....should have confirmed the boob job, hannah. just to see how many chest stares mamie gets on her next visit to wilmington. that's totally where my eyes are going the next time i see her.
*..and no, my eyes don't always go there initially. shoes first.
1. personally i agree that mamie's bony collarbone is awesome. she's the one who inspired me to refuse anything less than halter.
2. mames, you and i MUST be switching places... just the other night i came to the realization that i now hate poetry. really: i've fallen out of love-- at least with the writing of it. now all i want is proseproseprose.
3. hannah, jorie graham in a black poncho is a physical representation of your soul?
4. "i won't be dead after" is unstoppable.
ps, we are all holding our breath for your entrance, sally.
it's actually alice waters. w/c is pretty much the same thing. really, any woman in a black poncho with a drink is a physical manifestation of my soul. poncho hannah. aiaiaiaiai.
also, steves, i had a nightmare the other night...
saaaaaal!!
saaaaaal!!!!!
:)
I am adopting "I won't be dead after." In fact, I wish I'd had this when I had to do a whole icky job-quitting thing this weekend. "I won't be dead after this." Indeed.
blog more! hurry! sally!
oh i thought you meant the whole slide show was a physical representation of your soul. scroll forward: there's jorie... there's... the poncho...
i gotta hear the nightmare. i had a bizarre one that could probably count as a nightmare though it didn't exactly feel scary at the time.
i guess this is what i get for going on hiatus... who is stevie lynn and don't we get an intro? and isn't that picture now just depressing me... yes. but maybe im just projecting.i'm emotional. i'll go now.
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