One of those rare bumblebees who agreed with the engineers about not being able to fly
so he mainly sits around & watches the other bees work themselves to death.
Den egentlige grunnen
Det er noen ting man gjar fordi de foles riktige & de er kanskje uten mening & de gir deg ingen penger & de kan vaere den egentlige grunnen til at vi er her: for a elske hverandre & spise hverandres mat & si at det smakte godt.
good at delegating anxiety so nobody sleeps all that well around here
the real problem with details is there’s so many of them
O no, she said, you can’t say just anything to the wind. Only the deepest secrets will do & also you must not use the letter i.
Wish for your deepest desires, she said & when I asked if they’d come true, she said they always do, so you might as well get them out in the open while you’re still young enough to correct any serious mistakes.
When I die, she said, I’m coming back as a tree with deep roots & I’ll wave my leaves at the children every morning on their way to school & whisper tree songs at night in their dreams. Trees with deep roots know about the things children need.
This is a pretty deep hole for putting away all the ugly things in the world. For a long time it was empty, but it started filling up really fast the last couple of years.
This is a bag filled with dreams & recipes for soup & he’s deciding right now which he’s really hungry for.
De ti bud
Jeg spurte henne hvorfor hun aldri fortalte oss om De to bud & hun sa at hun aldri hadde vaert flink med tall sa hun elsket alt sa godt hun kunne & jeg husker at jeg tenkte hvem trenger alle disse reglene nar en har en mor som henne
This holds all the stuff you haven’t been listening to & when the top comes off, it all starts to talk at once & it makes you glad you have a day job so you can get away for part of the time.
liking each other because it’s a beautiful day & it seems like a waste of time to disagree about stuff the other one is refusing to change out of sheer stubbornness
I’m not sure if the world’s all that serious, she said, or if it just has a really dark way of having a good time.
Counted up all the things she was afraid of one night & it took so long she fell asleep from exhaustion
I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts but they need constant attention & one day I decided I had better things to do.
Standing in the twilight watching the world with soft dark eyes.
Filled to the brim with dangerous thoughts & no where to put them since she lives in a small town & everybody’s always watching.
Dancing in Church
Doesn’t anybody dance in church anymore? she whispered & her sister said not since the white people took over & the afternoon took a lifetime after that.
Our mailman was a dance teacher at night & I would watch him sometimes to see if he would deliver mail differently than the others. I expected to see him leap over bushes with his toes pointing like arrows, but all he ever did was walk.
I don’t mind dancing with you, he told her one night, as long as I get to pick the dance sometimes. OK, she said, you pick. So they went home & made popcorn & looked at magazines all night long