I am very fragile today. Do you ever wish you could wear the orange tape that goes around boxes? I went to the grocery store and was memorized by the candle alters for sale. I want a Jesus with three bleeding hearts, a wing baby, or a woman with blue hair, open arms. But I have no energy to be forgiven and when the man asked me in Spanish what I needed I could not answer, when he asked me in English I still did not say a word.
My yellow tape is not still showing.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
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We are both are receiving messages from grocery store clerks. That's not bad. It's good to know the world hears.
I keep feeling like I'm going to cry, but I don't know what about and I don't feel sad.
I like the slip. If I were a candle, I'd memorize you too.
I've never received a message from a grocery store clerk. However (and I'm pretty sure I posted something about this in someone's comment box previously, but can't remember if it was in yours, so if I'm repeating here, my apologies)--
A little while back in a bookstore, when the bookstore clerk noticed that I was buying a poetry book, said, "I don't usually tell my dreams to customers, but last night I had a dream that poetry was made illegal, and there was an underground railroad for poets, and I was part of it, and the basement of my house was full of poets."
It doesn't happen frequently, but it's not the first time I've received a message from a bookstore clerk.
I so absolutely need the yellow/orange fragile tape for days that I feel vulnerable. Although, I suppose that sometimes it may be all too apparent to others who know me at least a little from my voice and my eyes that I'm wearing the metaphorical yellow tape, and that just sometimes seems to make it all worse.
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