picture of my brother lighting New Years bottle rockets.Wounds I thought had healed, reopened.
Scars I'd hoped were permanent, faded.
Then some new scrapes
and band aids.
Law school.
A Kafkaesque romantic history in which we discovered that I
was actually the author of the (senseless)(menacing) complexity
And I felt like a lady.
We called six cities across the country "home."
Sometimes I got what I wanted/needed/deserved.
So many republicans.
So much (but not enough)
about contract law.
And thank you for all of that.
Here's to fresh starts
moving on
clean hands
blank slates
And taking root
settling down
staying put.
miss you already
britt
I like this post a lot. I hope I see more of you in 2011.
ReplyDeleteYou are so poetic.
ReplyDeletei love this :)
ReplyDelete...i need to think of resolutions.
<3 u
ReplyDeletei am so happy that you got to do this.
ReplyDeleteand yes, i am safe. the accident was the 23rd. i was rear-ended on i-15, but it wasn't my fault. so i don't have to pay and i'm totally ok. thanks for worrying.
and thanks for coming to my idaho party
Happy New Year. Hope it's a great one. I am little upset that Luke and I's visit was not metaphorically referenced in your poetic post. I know that our visit meant a lot to you, I wish you wouldn't hide it from the world.
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