I believe in perfection

[Love Child]

She said
as I sat there with a blank stare
just moments ago losing my pen seconds after setting it down.
"Just ask my children"
She was not joking.

 

[Love Child]

The kind of person
whose house is cold
really cold
"I love winter and fall" She says with a smug grin on her face as she adjusts the sweater around her neck. "I love warm sweaters"

What I really hear her saying is, "I hate the warm beaches and naked bodies and loathe having to wear anything less than a sweater to cover my body"

What I see is someone who loves to wear thick boots and walk among the crispy leaves in the fall and hold her tea mug close to her face. But the reality is something different. There are no warm baking pies in the oven, there are no crisp leaves or snowflakes in the sky.

In the summer she talked about being naked next to the lake until the two hikers walked by.

Who is this woman? Just when I think I have her figured out, she surprises me and I realize assumptions are all wrong. Very wrong. I have little understanding of where her pleasure center is. She seems to have none.

She speaks of brothers who made traps for animals, she speaks of snakes and childhood as if they are the same. I am quickly reminded of the fact that childhoods are extremely different and there is much to be learned.

 

[NeonMercuryASH]

Is there perfection in the moment or flaws in the method? Do we learn from experience or do we demand the world pray to God?

 

[jack]

Kim Davis thinks you should.

 

[NeonMercuryASH]

But Kim Davis tampers with the prayers. I think she does. Yes.