Sunday, July 3, 2005
This is the alien that has abducted my body, my hormones, and my ability to think. OK, well not THE actual alien, but a close facsimile thereof. For the night, it has also stolen my ability to write. I'm a good mom, I am willing to sacrifice damn near anything for my children, but this, this is just too much. I have this image of it in there squirming around using my words as its pacifier. I wish it would give them back, and instead content itself with one tiny little thumb. I suppose it's only temporary, and really no great loss. My poetry has degenerated into the garden anyway - all spent blossoms and manure. The stench has been overwhelming.