Sometimes, walking into the kitchen
for tea or a glass of water, I forget
my mother is dead,
my husband is gone,
my children—their childhood
In the night I look out the window,
new snow falling in the yard.
Snow covers everything
but the tracks of the rabbit
suddenly show up.
Pebbled footprints go around in circles,
What hides the grass gives away the rabbit.
Rabbit, I know where you live now.
For a moment I forget
who I am. For a moment
I look out the window as if nothing had happened.
— Patricia Kirkpatrick, “The Rabbit” in Odessa: Poems
It’s exam time and of course my two “hardest” classes (i.e. the one’s I actually need to study hardcore for) are this week.
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.
It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Or if you’d like to have some more options….
and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football.
Just in case you are looking for variety.
what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.
The weird thing about feeling sad is that nothing really gets you down… until you start thinking about it… and then everything gets you down