Wednesday, August 19, 2009

i worry about my capabilities, as a friend, as a lover, as a listener and mother and caretaker, as a fighter and a mediator, a coffee slinger and chainsmoker, as a voracious devourer of art and literature, as a person, as a human being, as a piece of the puzzle, as a mouth breather, bottom feeder, space creature.

i worry that 
i am not good enough.

2 comments:

  1. don't worry too much, though. it might wrinkle your pretty face.

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  2. :-P thanks dear.
    (and not to sound odd, but you said on teresa's blog that you knew me...who are you, exactly?)

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