January 2010
P.S.
Did I mention,
that I love you?
“Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were...”
Fall Into Place
And you’ll fall into me.
Dear Tommy, I appreciate your bringing of the reject jelly beans to Encinal.
And I appreciate your letting me pretend.
See, I told you we get along.
I think that’s all.
I guess today is as good as any to start writing.
Or,
(re)writing.
But I’m not much in the mood.
I suppose I’ll start tomorrow.
“I bet your father spent the first year of your life throwing rocks at the stork.”
– J. Cheever Loophole, At The Circus 1939
I Miss Flying, I miss flying.
When I first heard about the circus, I was still a devoted little gymnast with no self-esteem, or confidence, but more loyalty to my coaches than you’ll find in any Labrador retriever. Therefore, I was terrified at the idea of free and spontaneous souls contorting themselves and flipping through the air with no apparent purpose but to entertain. I don’t want to talk about her, though. All I can...