Big Love Lullaby

I got a love so big, can you believe it?
I got a love so lucky, I could never take for granted

Such a sweet darling, ah with a good heart
Such a sweet darling, ah with a brave mind
You’ve got the world in your hands
Go running with it
Bring 'em your joy, bring 'em your brilliance,
Though they don’t deserve it.

I got a love like a lullaby It can sing me to sleep at night
I got a love so righteous, so righteous and innocent
I got a love like a joy ride
And the stereo, just might carry you home

How'd you ever know how to hurt me?

Go by, mad world.

Failure by design:

http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/02/17/bristol.palin.interview

Notice how Gov'nuh Palin is not asked to sit down. She barged in uninvited, kind of like back in August when she became part of every conversation I had. Jerk.

Anyway, all you pregnant teenagers, make the most of it. And, try to be abstinent from now on, thanks.

Oh, and Bristol, from the looks Mama Grizzly was giving you during that interview, it appears you were in for a whippin' when you got home. Hope you're okay!

And I'm tangled up in you.

The countdown:

10. My children will never be made to feel unloved or unaccepted, at least as far as I can help it.
9. "George Washington was a dirty liar."
8. I'm going to chain myself to the state capitol building until someone holds a new constitutional convention.
7. Pearls are classy.
6. I've started listening to terribly sappy love songs. And smiling. A lot.
5. My life finally started up again.
4. "I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind." I mean, really.
3. I get to see my favorite uncle on Saturday. Last time I talked to him, he told me that he would give me away at my wedding if my own father wouldn't "step up and be a man." I teared up a little.
2. I think I'm starting to believe in fate. Or maybe it's my attempt at optimism.
1. She's got a good hold on me.

If you want to understand exile, I mean true exile, read Kundera. If you want to understand loneliness, read Rand. If you don't want to understand at all, read Vonnegut.

But did you feel the spark when I touched your hand?

(You remind me of) home.

I can't help feeling like we're tearing this city apart before we move onto the next one (together). This weekend was absolutely gorgeous, so is the girl I spent it with. I feel like I'm falling, all the time. I am falling, all the time. I don't mind it though. I've kissed her good night every night for over a week. That, I believe, makes me the luckiest girl on the planet.

What if I were enough to keep her happy? And what if she wanted that, (me)?


I just want to be someone you know.

Comatose but audible

Under the Vulture-Tree

We have all seen them circling pastures,
have looked up from the mouth of a barn, a pine clearing,
the fences of our own backyards, and have stood
amazed by the one slow wing beat, the endless dihedral drift.
But I had never seen so many so close, hundreds,
every limb of the dead oak feathered black,


and I cut the engine, let the river grab the jon boat
and pull it toward the tree.
The black leaves shined, the pink fruit blossomed
red, ugly as a human heart.
Then, as I passed under their dream, I saw for the first time
its soft countenance, the raw fleshy jowls
wrinkled and generous, like the faces of the very old
who have grown to empathize with everything.


And I drifted away from them, slow, on the pull of the river,
reluctant, looking back at their roost,
calling them what I'd never called them, what they are,
those dwarfed transfiguring angels,
who flock to the side of the poisoned fox, the mud turtle
crushed on the shoulder of the road,
who pray over the leaf-graves of the anonymous lost,
with mercy enough to consume us all and give us wings.

-David Bottoms, in all of his glory

I keep singing that ol' refrain:

if you love something, give it away.




Someone tell me I'm not being naive.