10.08.07
Slipping
Last night, behind my eyes, I moved into my Grandma and Grandpa’s house. All of my grandparents’ things were there… the carpet, the kooky things Grandma had on the walls, the cast iron skillets were on the stovetop… even that smell that I’d give anything to walk into. It pierces my heart that I was so thrilled and content just to be there. Nothing had changed. And The House Was Mine.
Things started to fall apart faster than I knew how to act. The garden seemed so healthy and beautiful, but, when I went between the rows… it wasn’ t beautiful yellow flowers I saw, it was weeds. Ugly and smelly. The entire acre.
I went out the porch door to find the fence around the house completely broken. Wire and fence posts all over the ground.. and the cows were coming in.
I had no idea how to fix any of it and I was completely alone.
Well, Freud, what does it mean?