daughter – Page 2

Spider Mating

No spiders in sight but lots of webs

No frozen yogurt, a day on the ranch, and then an evening of capital-based anxiety

Square ones exist for me to sit upon

How can I fight for myself when you won’t even give me time to swing?

Funny how my anger is never about what I’m busy being angry with

Thinking about how I’m lucky enough not to be as sad as I was, but present enough to know I’m still sad

I think I was not sober when I wrote this

Sick day

I pretty much pulled an all-nighter…

Monkey brain go oo oo ah!

I was wrong and I’ll admit it. That doesn’t make me any more happier, though

God damn I feel bad for so many different reasons

Way of the angry dad trying to be better

Using words to reveal anger as a mask of sadness as a mask of shame

A shift between rigid and gaseous to promote impermanence and its beauty

The lovely bustle of an early Saturday

The great shame of accidentally fucking your kid up because you gave her too many sweets

Letting the changes happen while I walk forward one step at a time

Can’t believe I wrote about fucking stupid work and not my daughter’s first day of school

Back to school means back to growing up without me