It is my brother's birthday. The monarch butterfly which my mother discovered as an egg on a milkweed leaf last week and tenderly brought inside to be sheltered from hungry birds and fed on fresh-picked milkweed eclosed and flew free this afternoon, she hopes to join its kindred in migration; she showed me pictures of the transparent empty chrysalis, the wings like black and gold stained glass. My physical situation which had been cautiously mending has rather abruptly cratered. And Toni Morrison died. I go back and forth between feeling philosophical about the constant changing of the universe and thinking that a small amount of stability really wouldn't hurt anyone.
Links
Page Summary
Active Entries
- 1: When we take on new bodies, I will scour the earth to find you again
- 2: There's more room on the basement couch
- 3: A kidnapper wouldn't jump into a cold sea
- 4: A stranger light comes on slowly
- 5: I might fail math if you don't move your shoulder
- 6: One boundary makes another
- 7: I swear only this city knows
- 8: It's maybe five minutes onscreen
- 9: From the morning past the evening to the end of the light
Style Credit
- Style: Classic for Refried Tablet by
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
zvi and
Expand Cut Tags
No cut tags