Sometimes I feel like I'm just part of someone's collection of strange lives.
This week was full of friends, many I hadn’t seen in a while. As certain aspects of my life deteriorate with no concern from the other parties involved, I’m reminded that I really need to make time for my friends, no matter how exhausted I am after work or how pleasant the call of the couch & a movie topped with a big bowl of ice cream sounds.
How foolish to let
my heart start to heal when love
can’t find its way back.
I spent a hot day
with ice cream & old friends from
Nickelodeon.
Friends start families
while I’m always slightly too
wrong for everyone.
My little Muldoon
has the flu & hobbles like
a little old man.
Lucky Bones fills with
stories from my girlhood at
dinner with my dad.
My heart always feels
like a kid with splattered ice
cream on the pavement.
