Alice, Again
So your mother's still crazy, forever the wronged little girl liberating herself from imagined oppressors, over and over in her head.
Your father, weary, has been sledge-hammered into a lost little boy - coherent, but no more in the pilot's seat than she.
And the kids: Knowing beyond their years but constrained by the tyrannies and impotence one suffers in childhood.
Who is leading the herd?
~ + ~
You look back at the people you were, and suddenly nostalgia hits. The air was sweeter, the people warmer.
You know it's all in your head. You know there's more of her in there than you'd like to admit.
Somewhere a telephone rings. "Hello?"
"Press one for more options."
~ + ~
This rabbit hole loops, doesn't it? Like clockwork, the winter blues set in - and it's only just past daylight savings.
The husband is a million miles away, and there's more truth in that than you'd like to admit, too. "It's not unusual..." you hum to yourself.
Frozen smile, wide-eyed, jittery heart. How does the pilot light stay on?
You are now leaving the herd.
Your father, weary, has been sledge-hammered into a lost little boy - coherent, but no more in the pilot's seat than she.
And the kids: Knowing beyond their years but constrained by the tyrannies and impotence one suffers in childhood.
Who is leading the herd?
~ + ~
You look back at the people you were, and suddenly nostalgia hits. The air was sweeter, the people warmer.
You know it's all in your head. You know there's more of her in there than you'd like to admit.
Somewhere a telephone rings. "Hello?"
"Press one for more options."
~ + ~
This rabbit hole loops, doesn't it? Like clockwork, the winter blues set in - and it's only just past daylight savings.
The husband is a million miles away, and there's more truth in that than you'd like to admit, too. "It's not unusual..." you hum to yourself.
Frozen smile, wide-eyed, jittery heart. How does the pilot light stay on?
You are now leaving the herd.