heidi wk8

the other week i felt out in left field when elmaz had us start class of with metaphor and i was the only one who didn't make it about themselves so here this is what i got for ya now:

i am meat
slow cooked
falling off the bone.

writing??? i have kind of taken a temporary leave of absence. thinking about it all has been a real weight on my mind and emotions and all that. resurrecting feelings i don't feel like feeling so i haven't been doing it.

of course the importance of continuing to write for my thesis is not escaping me but yeah, a needed break. as tessa suggested healthy rest, i feel this is a healthy break.

i did recently write a poem about a cowboy i met a bus stop and the romance of cigarettes and coke bottles and fantasies of a big bleeding texas sky. it was nice to write about something else, in a different style. "refreshing". undoubtedly inspired by poetry of my peers.

i am going home next week which always ignites feelings of excitement and fear. sleeping on the couch in the basement. sitting in heavy traffic. needing rides like i am 12 years old again. i'm sure everything will bring a lot up of everything.

i want to go to the museum of crime & punishment in DC with my friend karen. i want to treat my mom to IHOP and go to church with her. i look forward to the cooler weather, damning this 70degree sunshine. i'm going to see my grandparents and my dad & his wife & their kid & my uncle john & maybe my friend roxanne with the curly hair who recently moved to back DC from sweden and i havent seen in about 4 years.

sometime in the 80s when she had a perm and a rose tattooed on her wrist with the "womack sisters".