What you think I would have learned in my personal poetry 101

June 29th, 2008

I would know myself well enough to know that after two weeks of parenting these boys myself, my husband six time zones away; and the week before that two week trip he was gone more than usual; when ten days out of fourteen I had both boys in the bed with me (and somebody tell me, please, how a boy who is 68 centemeters long take up so much space); after I’d leaked tears in public and yelled at A in private; when the sleep deprivation is like grit in my eyes and a forest of ticks colonizing my nerve-endings; when all I want to do is hide in a closet with a nice bottle of red wine and a chocolate cake, fork optional; on this day of all days I would know better than to open the SASE from the magazine that was a long shot to begin with.

“Thanks for sending us your work, but it’s not right for [us].”

Parenthood and poetry. Two of the crueler gods in the pantheon. Yet both so beguiling. How can I not worship in their temples?

One Response to “What you think I would have learned in my personal poetry 101”

  1. T. on July 2, 2008 1:57 pm

    Perhaps THE cruelest gods. Alas, keep the faith. Blink more than once and those boys will be grown. Keep the poetry coming. When my two (grown) sons were toddlers the only space I had to myself was on the top of my piano, so I stood up there to write.

    Thanks for blogging!

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