How’d your week go Carol?
Why, the week went well, thank you.
The week went well for the birds that fly through my garden. The rats that live in my cranberry bush and the possum on the other side of the fence. The week went well for most Americans. Many of them got paid today, some got laid this morning, most had a good hair day, but even less knew the importance of their lives.
The week went well for the stars in the sky, the air when it moved in the early morning hours, it got brisk, and you needed a sweater.
Monday should have been a day where my back pulled straight, where I got a little taller, and my teeth showed a little when I smiled. My drums were set up as I wanted. My studio looked bitchen. My first three paintings were half way there – and I even still liked them. They are masterpieces after all.
I began to appreciate my surroundings. My life. The people I choose to share it with.
And I thought about how I arrived here
and how I will never fucken get over it.
I’m 11 here.