Who knew about divorce?
who knew about the problems beneath the problems?
It is a secret to myself when I reveal…
oh, that’s happened to me
Who knew about divorce?
who knew about the problems beneath the problems?
It is a secret to myself when I reveal…
oh, that’s happened to me
Every 2 catches up
and swirls into my life
stomach’s bad
stomach’s good
mood is bad
mood is good
They are gone, now they’re back
and then it happens like that
She doesn’t remember back
cleaning rooms
I care about people
on t.v. too
If there were a bowling alley at home
you’d never need to go out
I’d like that since I love the home
but the sharp winter would never touch my face
It is not surprising that this day
marks a loss of creativity
my drooping eyes follow little face to little face
until I get home
Already tired
good, I know
a bubble under my skin
and in the wire
and I can’t control it all
Returned to clean and cook
Wish I had read more
A feeling that never goes away
but that’s okay
maybe I’ll build instead
Lastly comes some haircuts
the right before I leave for this adventure
and the glasses feel right
I am too old for this
but old has nothing to do with it
I’m just finished and the fun is so little
that I can barely see it
funny with the corn
popped and with butter covering
laughing now with her