I was on West Side Story cloud nine last night. I saw a high school
production that was shockingly good. At home afterwards, I was
bounding around the upstairs in a sports bra and a red slip, kicking my legs
to Dance at the Gym and belting out A Boy Like That. I was just so sure
that life is all bliss and magic, and I am still sure, but I had a much
messier day today with half-resolved discussions.
Nov. 2011"Always the population growing,
And the money owing,
And the babies crying,
And the bullets flying."