What I Did Today

If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
   one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
   of my affection
and think, “It’s beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
   somebody loved me,”
I’d love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
   at peace,
and ask yourself, “I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond? It seems like
a perfect place for them.”

After receiving information that my post about my mother’s health and the multivarious issues surrounding it—a post which was clearly written from the perspective of a daughter who cares deeply for her mom; who is confused and frustrated by the management of the entire situation—were being used in a harmful manner, I have relegated them to ‘private’ status.

My deepest thanks go out to those whose suggestions, offers of sympathy, aid in disseminating information, and similar stories helped me feel less alone and helpless. (Back to it, I guess!)

And to those whose behavior made this necessary, the most inoffensive thing I can think of to say is this: one day, when that agonizing is in the past, it’ll be written of. You’ve clearly chosen how you’ll be portrayed.

Sorry i haven’t had a lot to post these past few days. mostly everything i’m finding is so wildly terrible/upsetting/scream-laugh-inducing that i can’t even figure out how to segue into it. SO I WON’T