The Crib, again



Amazed to stumble
Where gods get lost
Patti Smith, Beneath the Southern Cross

Sometimes I just want to turn some Patti Smith put down the needles, the pen, the dishes, the damn laundry that always needs to be done and that always seems to be getting done to no end at all and be that kid who would drive to the highline just to see the sun break over a land that was suppose to be warming to spring but of course it wasn't and the roads where slicker than snot and I made it home on grit alone. And yes. It was a gorgeous sunrise.

Tonight we let Magnus do some crying. We went up when the crying got really throaty, we comforted him, we put him back in the crib, we went back downstairs to our dinner. It was not the hardest thing I have ever done but pretty darn close.

Posted: Fri - December 17, 2004 at 11:02 PM        

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