My facebook post (Happy Birthday, My Darling Clint. I will love you forever). keeps coming into my head, saying it is too much and not enough. What is there for me to say? Do I need to detail all the tears I have shed this day? The times I have retreated to the patio to smoke and cry? The stabbing pain that melts into an ache permeating every cell of my body and?
Tomorrow I am going to post another poem on this blog, and I have my knickers all in a twist about it. It's about a snake. Yesterday, Rosemary suggested that I write it in first person, and I am been stewing over that. I am NOT a snake. I just wish I could be one sometimes. I'm leaving it alone except for a little copy editing. I like it the way it is.
Good night, My Love,
Your Fat Girl