dirt verse

for isabelle to read when she is older - This is a letter for you; events that took place over the course of a few days that you and I spent together. August 28th, 2006, you were about 13 months old or so, and just delicious. We went home to see your grandpa, my dad. I had not taken full care of a baby since years and years. But there we were, and I'm like trying to figure out again how to administer your tylenol without choking you to death in the process. And I have to remember you get hungry more often than I would, and that your food has to be cut smaller than the size of your trachea so you don't choke to death. Also your diaper filled up quick because you drank lots of liquids constantly like your daddy. I want you to know how much I held you close to me and said I love you over and again. For two days in Eden with grandpa, the three of us visited and had so much fun. Dad and I were in awe of your intelligence and also that you were so funny. You liked to whisper words on

put me in a rare mood. and the echo & the bunnymen song also both songs a rare mood indeed. (you play tricks on my mind, you're everywhere, but you're so hard to find) that's foreigner for those also in rare moods.

for $5, you get all your problems solved the number is on a little, humble sign that sits on collins & lamar by the wholefoods. i'm not calling, but as i pass through my life and my erands. I really stop to look. the witch deserves that i think.

"when I find my peace of mind, I'm gonna give you some of my good time." red hot chili peppers/soul to squeeze

I would love to be able to sing like robert plant or ann wilson as I hold my spatula rock style

our new place, the husband loves it, but that's him, loving, beautiful asleep or awake and me, takes awhile but I have made 4 meals here, and burning two fantastic candles trying to shove myself into the corners even I'm one of those the husband loves it because he is wonderful and I'm not