A temporary work space became a happy sanctuary for a few brief days
Lately, “working her ass off” was starting to have exactly the opposite effect. As a matter of fact, her pants were uncomfortably tight.
he said he loved me
I couldn’t say anything
other than, “that’s nice”
he handed me a baby
burned so badly that
I couldn’t even cry
he left me and I held on
to this baby who looked
a little bit like me
mostly against advice and reason,
partly because she had no real mother,
she let herself become the project of the
mother of a former lover, a woman who
declared that mother and son were one
and the same – so it was already foreshadowed
that she would be a failed enterprise.
with her therapist whispering in her ear and
freud perched in her heart, she listened to the
mother pronounce her many shortcomings
and instruct her to live differently;
until freud woke her from a dead sleep to
say he could not go on, the projection
had to stop – and she and her therapist agreed.
I started this project, my secret hideaway from real life. I’ve enjoyed it immensely and I hope there is more to come.
Maybe I will go back and look at my first post. I don’t even remember what it was anymore ….