[ dia de los madres ]
ooh, my dad just got back from truk (micronesia) and showed me all the cool pictures. he worked really hard over there, but the first picture he shows me is of this airport. the palm trees and lush landscape are just too much of an invitation for accusations of slackerdom. then again he do some diving, so maybe it's justified.
home feels so alien. stranger in a strange land style. but i'll get over it. and i have no idea what i'm doing for mother's day. maybe mosquito eating fish... yeah.
oh, desert. we meet once again. to cross and be crossed.
to whisper and sing how i love her so, that nymph of nymphs. |
