Thursday, May 29, 2014


One woman lost her job.

Another woman lost her mother.

Another woman, 35 weeks pregnant, lies in the hospital, 35 weeks pregnant, semiconscious.

I go to my  job and tell people they are filling out their forms incorrectly.  At Morris dance, I worry that I have nothing to offer, that my dancing sucks and that they don't want the other things that I can do.  I tell myself I'm going to do laundry after work today, but I'm so tired when I get home, that once again, it does not get done.

Such a gap between what is important and what my life is.

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