To nap in the afternoon, to marvel at starfall are acts of rebellion by someone born a 'she', a she who has parents chained to a life working in shops. Today I create a revolution made out of the dreams I have of sloth, while I wash carpets and feed the animals by hand so as they can be warm, their bellies full of sunny hay.
Weekends are made of this, for I drive so far to my workplace and I am then hammered down by the children who want only to practice cruelty or to play. I am making a practice of learning to see in their behaviour a job I never planned for, in which I no longer teach literature, but rather sharpen my skills at knowing when to praise and when to walk away.
and
ReplyDeletehammocked in th full sun come
hammered with the evening was
the sloth
dreams
on