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I insist on keeping myself very busy. I have two speeds, fast or coma. I almost feel as if i sit still that i will fall apart.

Webmaster, paid work, mothering, wiping, cleaning, dreaming, worrying, commuting, breathing fast, breathing slow, smiling, crying, blinking, admiring, flirting, waving, typing, eating, sewing, thinking, thinking, thinking, laughing, dreaming.

And it’s only 9:30 am.

Terrible Poetry

I am not sure
Where the housework ends
And I begin
Homemade cleaning products
Cake pops
Dinner at the diner again
Because cooking seems impossible
I don’t think anyone told me
This is what it is.

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