Sunday, February 08, 2009

Dry eye

A friend has a little baby, to go with her big one.

I remember what that's like. I remember for example begging to drive. Gawd just let me look in the distance. Just let me look anywhere than this 4 foot loop of me to toddler, to boob or hip, to toddler's danger zone to baby drop zone, and back and back and back. My corneas drying out from watchfulness.

I remember the desire for aloneness and the hydration through the previously unknown extremities of my eyeballs that would elude me. The moments to look away from them and see in front of me.

I have forgotten a lot of it, it's true. But it's funny what I remember.



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