and it only took a year and forty-five days. Whooda thunk my beautiful perfectly perfect baby girl (she kinda looks like she does in the sonogram below right?!)
could've sucked away all my creative energy for the more than the first year of her life? Okay so of course she did. But it's all coming back.It's like going number two. It comes rushing in whether you like it or not and sometimes it takes a while Sometimes it happens so fast you're not sure it did happen. Sometimes it's cathartic. Sometimes it's painful. But for now...it keeps on coming.
I've written three new poems. For each of those, I've lost a dozen to my daily commute, Bumble, 7 consecutive loads of laundry, my career, my libido...my life. It's also been the best year and forty-five days...of my life.