But I don't smoke, of course. Or sit on ledges; I rarely wear a bathing suit outside of a swimming pool. In short, I am careful.When I pick her up from preschool she is playing on the slide with the Pre-K boys. That's what she calls them, like the Lost Boys or the Boys of Summer, boys in a pack and all the more cool for it. The tallest one slides down head-first and says something that I don't understand and they laugh, crazed, the Pre-K boys and my Zoey. Later when I ask her what he said, what was so funny, she says she doesn't know, didn't know, or maybe she just forgot. The way she pulls at her string cheese like a harpist, she is the prettiest thing in the world and I want to jump, really I do. Instead I pull her back and eat my string cheese in bites.
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If I wear going to commit suicide, I would jump off the side of a very tall building in a puffy skirt. Right after I ground out a smoke.
And clutching photographs.
Too bad I'm medium afraid of heights.
fab photo. and you are pure poetry my dear. pure poetry.
Stunning photo. Beautiful writing. What more could a gal ask for on a Friday afternoon?
what an image.
i used to smoke. i miss it. it was lovely.
fiona says similar things when asked.."i don't know". or in her voice it's "i'uhn'no" with a shrug. it hurts me deep. because she knows i know she knows.
Found my way here, gonna take a seat and stay... enjoyed your string of words.
Ouch. I don't know how mothers do it these days. Really. Having been through all we've been through. I couldn't do it. I didn't do it. I admire anyone who does. Oh, the humanity.
It's 12:21 am. Time for a smoke.
oh, this image. it is of me, when i was me.
i love that photo as much as i am afraid of it.
i wouldn't be able to look at her sitting like that - i am deathly afraid of ledges.
it's the exact feeling of 'edgy'. i see where that word comes from.
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