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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

celebrating Tasha


I enjoy doing housework,
ironing, washing, cooking,
dishwashing.
Whenever I get one of those
questionaires and they ask
what is your profession,
I always put down housewife.
It's an admirable profession,
why apologize for it.
You aren't stupid because you're a housewife.
When you're stirring the jam you can
read Shakespeare.
~Tasha Tudor~

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