dear monday me / february 8 2010

8 Feb

you’ve never been the middle child. oldest always. so this feeling is new.

the tugging and head-turning, whipped from left to right with seconds to recover. stuck like sand sinking.

know yourself.

open both ears and close your mouth. add water to the sand and stand firm in the clay. wait, still, and it will harden in the sun. the  sinkhole will become a foundation for them to lean on, and the tugging will subside. they can’t move a fortress.

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3 Responses to “dear monday me / february 8 2010”

  1. Emily February 8, 2010 at 10:45 pm #

    love this. dabbling in prose? actually, i don’t really know what prose is…

  2. Ashleigh (Heart and Home) February 11, 2010 at 12:45 am #

    Writing like this makes me warm and fuzzy… in the most introspective, deep-thinking way, of course.

    I *loved* meeting you this weekend. The image of your grin and the sound of your bubbly laugh have been popping into my consciousness since I left Nash. I’m thinking that means I’m supposed to read your blog or something.

    • dearabbyleigh February 11, 2010 at 1:28 am #

      you are too sweet. and i mean that in the not southern way. as in, actually mean it :)

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