#window sills

The Ghost Sonata - Roj Friberg , 1993.

Swedish , 1934-2016

-lp

The clouds feel cold when they cover, And when the sun burns through, I soon miss my home.

Not too long after, cool and in Control, I can close my eyes, And make-believe it’s all still there;

But it’s the worst that returns – Missed siblings, Cavity emptied, my stomach, And of course the work,

Chained and turning any grey day black, Where I’m fading again, And Mommy, You’re already gone.

Sure, I’ve, “forgotten,” you, But still the sport the scar, A suture that can still tell our story.

Mommy, what should I do? Echoed. Mommy, where should I go? Remnant. Mommy, who can I be? You tell me.

You could back then; so what’s changed now?

clarice is holding on to that last bloom. i keep telling her that today is the solstice and she made it and she can let go, but she knows better

alma is growing more than an inch a day, even though this is the first real sun we have had since she got here

marge is almost ready to give us a show. once she starts it will happen fast

the sprout that ruth made keeps getting longer but her little bloom has not really opened up anymore. she had been catching a lot of pollen from clarice. it makes me wonder if she just got confused

i need to repot irene but i am afraid to hurt her. boba used to play too roughly with her and she has never fully recovered