I Love a Complaint
It is only 76 degrees at 9:40 a.m., hurray. The heat wave has broken and I am oddly exhausted, edgy, and blue. Don't know what is up with me. Kids driving me completely insane and even though I had a probably successful job interview for a writing position Friday, and have dodged financial catastrophe again this month, I feel lousy. Imagining duct taping children's mouths closed. All I want to do is go to sleep in a cool, dark room somewhere. A somewhere that is not here.
Contusion
Color floods to the spot, dull purple.
The rest of the body is all washed out,
The color of pearl.
In a pit of rock
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow the whole sea's pivot.
The size of a fly,
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.
The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.
Sylvia Plath
It is only 76 degrees at 9:40 a.m., hurray. The heat wave has broken and I am oddly exhausted, edgy, and blue. Don't know what is up with me. Kids driving me completely insane and even though I had a probably successful job interview for a writing position Friday, and have dodged financial catastrophe again this month, I feel lousy. Imagining duct taping children's mouths closed. All I want to do is go to sleep in a cool, dark room somewhere. A somewhere that is not here.
Contusion
Color floods to the spot, dull purple.
The rest of the body is all washed out,
The color of pearl.
In a pit of rock
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow the whole sea's pivot.
The size of a fly,
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.
The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.
Sylvia Plath
posted by MJ at 9:45 AM
2 Comments:
Think there is a full moon this week. Feel exhausted and blue as well... fed the pit bulls again this morning, only one came to eat, think the other one is dead.... what a world if we don't weaken( to quote the one and only "Violet")
sleep is such sweet escape.oh to be by morpheus bound--me
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