my boredom with myself knows no bounds. does anyone know how bored it is possible to be when you're as boring as me?
where have you gone, girl who tapes your head together to keep from cracking?
where are you, girl who wears glitter glue on your eyelids and feathers in your hair?
where have you gone, girl who used to have an opinion on things that did not relate to raising children?
do all mothers' demented, deranged, delightful and delirious selves wilt with the dawn of their egotistical, enchanting little identity-eaters?
i need to find you, me. we need to have a picnic under a tree. i'll bring you. you bring me. agreed?