she is growing beyond measure, she is growing. I see myself, I see her, her self, growing, a thing becoming, a child becoming. Words sputtered half eaten: nana for banana, riangle for triangle, shtar for star, appu for apple.
There is hope in her, no that’s not right. That’s what’s expected. I fear more than ever now. The strain between mz and myself pulling tight and loosening with such frequency that it has a tune of its own.
I was recently arrested for drunk driving and I am mad at everyone else for it, ashamed and oddly enough I feel martyred. Everyone is laughing at me because of it.