Sunday, December 13, 2009

the other whipple: 01.



at first i didnt know what to do with myself.
i couldnt find anything i needed.
nothing was familiar.
a cat roaming around.
different noises.
some scary.
some soothing.
a quietness that embraces me.
i'm taking mental inventories of where things are.
every nook. every crack.
i wonder of her daily routine.
where she brushes her teeth...
(there's no sink in there!)
how the water doesn't leak out of the standing shower!
and i think of how unfamiliar this space is.
but i look around and feel comfort.
and i have the urge to create.
that is what i'll do while i'm here.









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