calling the day by Good names
The air conditioner hums. A lawn mower makes that good summer smell. I have a new planner with appointments in it. My kids run around in little underwear in lone-pretend universe. There’s a star sticker chart on the fridge. The hormones aren’t a fragile tilting piece of valuable glass. A little order, a little cosmos in the chaos, it is the Mother Art.
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