Wednesday, June 24, 2009
To another woman,
Hell yes, we are addicts. We come back, day after day, to a mostly thankless job as mothers, wives, partners,writers, readers, people... Hell yes, I decided to get a pack of cigarettes to help me with my stress and to provide me with a quiet stroll in the evening, and now its all I can think about, getting out to have a smoke- Hell yes. And there we are in our pipes, looking cute for all the entrapment of the 'baby in the well! baby in the well!'.
And as myself, I am not just trying to figure out the mothergame, I am trying to gyrate my way through wifing and spin into my next year some sort of action of which to be proud, to OWN, as I do this job of getting older. . .
We have to crave, we MUST, it is imperative for us to stay passionate and alive.
And I am so glad that I have these women to thank, to read, to talk to, my friends that I look at with such admiration or incredulity. Locked in our pipes or no, we are damn fine examples to each other. Intimacy is a huge f'ing risk. Hell yes. We ARE the pipes that bind, and leak and rust, for all their pipely glory, we are they. and vice versa. and so on.