Posted by susan C on September 18, 2001, at 17:02:16
In reply to How to live and act like a real human being..., posted by kid_A on September 17, 2001, at 15:27:23
there is distant squeal of high pitched drills finishing new migrant housing next to my trailer park and the screetching sounds like the cry of an animal or little child and my hands are shaking and I cannot settle, and I am agitated and I hurt and confuse. The music is loud to drown out the distant but near confusion of high pitched penatrating mechanical cry. Cry, I wish I could cry, I wish I could go away, I wish I could I wish I could. Hours of cleaning out old bottles in the bathroom uncovered old plans, childproofing a house 22 years ago. Stopping having dinner with neighbors because one neighbor asked another who has a young child, who needs childproof house and he runs around,
oh doesnt this remind you of when our boys were young? and I can barely smile. I can sit and ask stilted questions, but when the mother swats the child and the father forces food through his mouth. I cant deal with it. I am a lone I am a human bean, my back hurts, I need some wine with my cheese, I would like to get drunk, or disappear, but I already have and now there is nowhere but here. Maybe this is why there are padded silent rooms? I am trying to communicate. Are you there? I am trying to make sense. I am crying.
poster:susan C
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