Dear Reader,
WR is ready for lunch. Her options are a salad or chili, and I barely got out the word salad before she snapped at me that it will be chili or nothing. She is a little chilly herself, she said, thinking the pun would work.
It did.
Her little furry face is stained with ink. I’m proud of her. This morning she wrote:
– Inedible Yellow Flowers
– Plastic Spork (tangentially related title, which her brain seems too full of)
– Shutting Its Eyes (half human, half not)
– Automimicry (and is now fascinated by mimicry in general and wants to write a chapbook)
– Tiny Chrome Raven (takes place in Paris; or does it?)
– Willingness to Ricochet (not really about a bullet, unless a poem is a bullet, and maybe it is)
In between she has ordered a gold, heart-shaped pull for her bamboo bill container and is mulling an antique-style mirror for her desk. That can come later. For now I put copies of these poems in both “in progress” and also in The Gospel According to Shrug, because I have a new theory: whatever I’m writing tends to be of a piece, so why not assume it’s in the newest collection until it tells me otherwise?
And I both love the idea of the title Mimicry for a new collection but 1. it has probably already been used. 2. it will need a WR twist for her to be happy with it. Automimicry has a little raccoon rizz, doesn’t it?
What is wrong with her? (But also, I really don’t want her to change.)
I told her she is not going to paint that desk tonight, that we have things to do.
She reminded me that it’s lighter out gloriously later now. I guess that means I have an evening ahead of me. Sigh.
That wee beastie.
Trivia time: I read yesterday that Grandma Moses went from embroidering to painting because she had arthritis. Hmmm…also, am I the only one who wants to read the autobiography that apparently she wrote?
WR is tugging on my sweater, saying she wants to go to the thrift shop, because she has a list now, which includes a vintage, freestanding mirror. Of course it does.
Peace and paintings (not painting),
Drema
P.S. Yes, we painted the desk, two coats. We lined the drawers with the leftover wallpaper. We encountered issues that worked out in the end. We have more to say, but we are tired. Happily so.
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