Getting back to writing/catching up after an epic week of building the 24 hour zine, organising the Vancouver house and C plus a 10 hour flight x the pond.
Housewives ignorant spurn subtracting months sting eternity rind balls fall drawers year
The housewives sit sipping coffee
They’re subtracting minutes from their eternity
They spurn the sugar for sweet ‘n low and add skim milk
They talk of not eating, not sleeping, breast feeding
They talk of the left-over crust and rind from sandwiches and snacks, of happy face pancakes
They talk of drawers of pre-baby clothes; memories from the year of size four jeans
They slip thru months of maternity clothes, of night feedings, of no rest, no sex, no freedom
They set goals of next spring, summer, next fall
They complain they are all juggling too many balls
They feel the critical sting from their ignorant size four friends
They sit sipping sympathy and friendship
I found the Sunday wordle to be a strange mix and read it thru and thru several times trying to twist something together. I really try not to read my friend’s wordles until I’m somewhat happy with mine, but this week I see a lot of people has similar comments.
But my friends did triumph over the word list. Please check out Walt’s, Jo Ann’s, De’s, Jules’s and Misky’s (Whose time zone I’m in at the mo). They’ve all done brilliantly. Also, can’t wait to read Hannah’s and Margo’s.