~uncensored~
I come from people who make endless lists ~ lists that sit on the kitchen counter for days, weeks, months. Tiny papers, big papers tacked to the walls..
Lists~
Things to forget, things to remember, things to do...
~write baby lemon's letter
~fill out insurance forms
~get together w/friends
~write to Grandma
~take yoga classes
~book hotel w/pool
~go to the gym
~walk
~take a sick day for myself
~cherish myself
~tell Tim I love him and thank him for everything that he does for me
~call Missy, Amy, Maria
~drink tea
~eat better
~stop weighing myself
~get a massage
~ask for help
~take the trip to Peru
~ask the angels for help
~pray
~buy the book on chakras
~learn to dance
~kiss someone
~hug friends more
~tell the truth
~stop fear
~reach out
~jump
~drive cross country
~yell in the rain
~find a bath tub.....bring bubbles
~go to Glide
~photograph more
~laugh
~cry more
~tell the truth
~forgive
~call my parents
~make out birth plan
~go to classes
~tour the hospital
~call Ken
~fix watches
~moonlight walks
~tickets to Anne Lamott
~learn to play guitar or at least the tamborine
~have sex on the beach
~be spontaneous
~take risks
~buy those boots
~save $
~buy a new car
~find a 2 bedroom apt. for cheap
~stretch
~love more
~say yes
~tubs
~soap
~naked
~touch
~ears
~mouth
~tongue
~sheets...clean smooth sheets
~scream
~teach
~reach out
~names
~names
~names
~boys
~girls
~penis
~vagina
~which one???
~trips to NY, Jamaica, Mexico, Europe, Australia
~explore
~drive
~big closets
~VW van (Sweet Pickle)
~tatoo
~lost love
~lost innocence
~anger
~forgive
~therapy
~truth
~future
Finding out - things to forget, things to remember, things to do, things to be..
The Ups and Downs, the touch, the pain, the lost love, the heartache
Find tub ~ bring bubbles.
Inspired by:
I made a list of things I have
To remember and a list
Of things I want to forget,
But I see they are the same list.
I made a list of items of need:
Love and water on one side,
On the other the small flowers
That bloom without scent,
And it is like the grocery lists
My grandmother used to make:
Milk and butter-dairy
On one side, meat on the other
As if they shouldn’t mingle
Even on the page.
My mother makes lists on tiny
Scraps of paper, leaving them
On chairs or the seats of the bus
The way she drops a handkerchief
For someone to find, a clue
A kind of commerce between her
And the world.
And all the time the tree
Is making its endless list
Of leaves; the sky
Is listing its valuables
In rain. My daughter
Lists the books she means to read,
And their names are like the exotic
Names of birds on my husband’s
Life list. Perhaps God
Listed what to create
In a week: earth and oceans,
The armature of heaven
With a place to fasten
Every star, and finally
Adam who rested a day
Then made a list of his own:
Starling, deer and serpent.
By Linda Pastan
Posted by stef at March 3, 2005 10:47 PM