Mother's Day 2014, Getty Museum
So, yeah. That's what I've been doing. Having one sided conversations with an infant. I haven't written a poem in who knows how long. And I haven't memorized a poem in longer than that. I'm doing good to get a shower and eat everyday. It's getting better, though. I'm getting the hang of being somebody's mama and so, as the weeks go on, eating and bathing are more regular to me.
Because of that, I had a crazy idea. You wanna hear it? Come closer. Okay, so I was thinking that I'll dust the cobwebs off of this blog. I know, right!?! Insane. But, true insanity is having a person come out of your body and I figure that if I can pull that off, I can pretty much do any ol' thing. But don't worry. I won't fill this blog up with talk of poopy diapers and wonder weeks and convertible car seats. You want to know why? Because I'm starting a mama blog for that. No, this is gonna be my haven for adult things like the reappearance of crazy fools, turned stalkers and Solange Knowles' ass beating skills. So, keep coming back! It works if you work it.