my emotions
spill so much more brightly
in the written word than in speech.
i let out things
i've never given voice to
on white pages
empty mouth
full brain and heart
there's always been
that dichotomy
between speech and text.
eh?
- tuckling
- now moved to a very small town west of "Oz upon the Oconee." we have become house owners, and my job has a long title that i can never remember. i am married to the most amazing man in existence, own (or am owned by; we haven't figured that one out yet) four cats, who allow us to share their house space in return for noms, litter box scoops, and love. They are (in order of age) S'qweek, the Attack Cat; Harlequin, the Drooler; Tyr, aka Awkward Cat (he likes to watch you. always. while you're peeing, while you're in the shower, any time he can make things more awkward by showing up, there he is!); and last but not least, Baby, the Tiny One. we have a housemate named Nick who lives with us along with HIS cat Tigger, so in spite of living in a 3 bedroom 2 bathroom house, we're just a bit crowded. we do, however, have a lovely big basement and separate garage with workshop space, so life is okay!
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