Back to basics after all the fuss I wander through my life and find it unchanged by my absence. I've been here and gone at the same time for so long. I don't know where the pieces are, where the doll was left, or where the mismatched socks go.
I rush in and out like a traveler. A moment of mommy, a waft of wife.
I used to know the silent corners. The dusty houseplant leaves. The spices running low. I used to know.
Absence has it's usefulness. I've always been more comfortable invisible. I wish I could take magazines and cut out all the letters and paste them to my body. Mummify myself with stolen, glossy, type. The word FLOWER sealing my mouth shut. An X on each eye.
"Mommy where's my drink?"
i don't know (i can't speak. i'm pasted)
"Mommy do we need to take a bath?"
is she here?
Oh, my three flowers. Let me be for five more minutes. Let me type these words. I promise I'll water you.....2,000 words from now.