Scaring the Sh*t Out of Myself. - Lately I've become something of a fetishistic consumer of true crime. Yeah, I used that phrase. It started with Serial, Season One. It continued with the...
Monday, January 18, 2010
You know what's a funny word? ...'Bush,'
says our four-year-old who's been up since before 5 am.
It was supposed to be a morning for the body,
of endorphins, out the door at 5:40 for a run.
Instead, it's been a morning of the mind, as I'm carried
with Komunyakaa through his coming of age
and hear the restless city speak through Paz.
It's been a morning of the heart
as Ava grows tired again, and says so,
and falls asleep against me, hugging her baby
and blanket, the only sound in the room,
her quiet breathing
filling my soul.