They Have GOT To Be JOSHING Me...

I GOT INTO THE NEW NOTA PUBLICATION!

Now this wouldn't be so damn interesting...if I hadn't been trying for three years. THREE YEARS.

But this poem that I am about to put down here, so you can see it for the obvious WONDER that it is now, now that it's getting PUBLISHED and EVERYTHING...

reaching escape velocity

mother worries.

as Eldest Daughter approaches twenty,
she is tired of lake waves
which have worn her mother thin

she hates the snow
though it never bothered her before

and now she needs room
for busting into flower

the Midwest is now the enemy.

Eldest Daughter is getting restless

but mother wonders

if 2,000 miles can give up any kind of perspective
will coastline just be all the same?
can two years save her?

as Daughter speeds up to escape orbit

her mother prays

that this one will still be known
when she falls starless back to Earth

if she doesn't crash and burn
this daughter may yet be saved.


Yes. The Daughter is me, mother is my mother. I was thinking of running away at 19 years old already and I'm still going at 22.

I am the birdie that just hates the freezing confines of the nest and therefore is flying away as fast as her little wings can carry her.

That's about the only good news. This tomato paper needs writing now. I've had a month to do it, and it is due at 11 tomorrow morning. I'm cutting it FINE...

Ta,
Bec