I very rarely like UI redesigns.
usually THE INDUSTRY makes everything worse and worse
but I like that dictionary.com and sister site thesaurus.com added
links to each other on corresponding word pages, which open in a new tab.
this is very convenient for me. It’s what I’ve always wanted!
thank you, web designers!
thank you for doing something for me, For Me, for ME—
for once.
Don’t mutter darkly at me.
Don’t spill your ill will every
where, staining the carpet, and slosh
ing in my ears.
I don’t mean to ruin my gratitude
with malice and passive_aggression.
I just wish everyone else could be good like you.
does it not make you feel good when I prop you
up, while putting others down?
Does it make you feel good?
No, but—
then, why?
I didn’t learn any other way.
How should I do it?
You could—
How will things improve if I don’t criticize?
How will I improve if my parents don’t criticize me?
How will I learn that I’m inherently wrong and bad
!!a blight!!
behind,
missing the mark,
despite all their attempts
in spite of how GOOD they are—such GOOD PEOPLE—
and everyone LOVES them—
what went wrong?
//With me
Dust from the hole in the wall slowly coming down like a flurry
You whisper, “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“That’s not who I am. I promised to never do it again” this wishful hope that these broken promises will keep me there.
Do you like what you see?
Torn, broken, bits of who I was splattered all over the place
Destroyed by words, by anger
Falling to bits like drywall from a punched in hole
Studied the family tree.
To learn about who I am
And found
I am descended from
A long, long line of
Dead people.
Just girls of summer
that hot day
under the 100 year oak
our picnic was devine.
The sweet lemonade of childhood
our lives were perfect.
You brought your new
transistor radio with
those huge size C batteries.
“Elvis is dead.” lofting above our heads.
into the oak leaves
tossed in the breeze
ruined our innocent world.
You ran away crying
forgetting your transistor
with its disgustingly large batteries
i spilled my shitty made-from-a-chemical-mix
lemonade.
Leaving me to gather the remnants
of our day
this wedded us for life
shaping our dysfunction.
For better or worse
we we were no longer
just girls of summer.
Richard Fenyman was the only person to see the Trinity explosion
with naked eyes. He decided he wouldn’t see through dark goggles,
so he climbed into the cab of a truck facing the test site.
The truck windshield protected his eyes from ultraviolet rays.
The fireball turned from dark to white to a spectacular yellow
and then to red. After five seconds the darkness returned but with air
and sky filled with a purple glow. The shock wave from the blast
sucked up chunks of dirt from the desert soil.
Some of it melted and settled, cooling into a radioactive green glass
called trintite. Some of it floated away. Tiny portions
ended up in a river east of Alamogordo and was taken
to a strawboard factory being used to pack Kodak X-ray film.
When the final exosure was developed it was mottled
with dark blotches and tiny pinpoint stars. A trickster, Richard,
played bongos on the mesa. He revealed locker combinations
including silly notes and thus exposed nuclear secrets.
stop, for a moment, and think about this–
our bodies are designed to intake sustenance
through our mouths and expel
solid waste through our digestive system
teaching us the lesson of absorbing what
brings us lifeenergy
and discarding that which does not
our skin serves as the barrier that
protects all within, though sun
and water and tiny creatures
do travese the layers, to greater
or lesser impact
our genitals serve as entry
or exit for reproduction
and also allow for the
expelling of liquid waste
our noses
assist in respiration
and sensing and
catching small particles
in their nostril hair
the external ears are designed
to scoop up sound waves
and spin them into the
inner ear for decoding
but have you ever thought
about the purpose of tear ducts?
they turn inner pain or strong emotion
into physical droplets that our bodies
expel
from inner experience to external physical objects–
there is a lesson there, no?
My child
My heart beats for you
My heart beats for two
Intertwined
Inside me for a while
Inside my heart for eternity
Unbreakable bond
I loved you before I knew your name
I will love you unconditionally forever and a day
Always
Love Mamma
