I heard you cry out the night she left for the first time, and the last. I heard you cry and the sound was too much for me to bear, so I taught you to rock yourself back to sleep. Every night I taught you this, for centuries.
January 29, 2016
You are always ready to strike back, to chop off the enemy’s head. For being told what to do. For being asked a favor even. Everything that smells the slightest bit like expectation or demand gets you mad. Of course you’ll do it — but with an inner No of deep abandon and ...