poor mommy

Today I attended a roller rink with 17 of Isabel’s closest friends for her 7 th birthday and if you haven’t been to a roller rink since the early 80’s not much has changed, not even the music. I haven’t seen grown people dancing to Queen in a very long time, the only thing that seems to be different is that things glow in the dark which if you are trying to keep track of 17 kids is very helpful.

It is days like today when I believe every inch of poetry in my body has been sucked out by strobe lightening. I think of those people with their desks, papers and books and I wonder if I will ever have time to write. I had to hide in the bathroom for 15 minutes to read Celan for sanity. Maybe I should try alcohol.