the lamb vest,

In the land of Amy, there is a wisdom tooth steamrolling my gums. Shivers and head spells are causing me to weep, moan for abandon, and hunch for daytime repose. I don't wish this burden on anyone-- not even on the stark flesh of an enemy. not even on the girl in elementary school who stole my sweater. nor the boy who said dreamers are good-for-nothing.

The pounds of Halloween honey are building a home in my teeth. If only the wisdom tooth could have found refuge in someone else's mouth.....someone who doesn't eat sugary bars of cocoa. Then maybe,  I would have enjoyed Halloween more.  Tricks on me!  At least I carved a pumpkin that looked like, well.... a carved pumpkin. I'd show you pictures, but I'm too shy. Remember.  I'm a writer, not a professional pumpkin carver.
In times of ill health,  I find myself woolgathering thoughts.
day wanders, future explorations, soft brown earth, flower petals,  Europe.  A wood cabin, a steeple, a happy man, three children. 
I've been calming my fever with cold water, and dreams of napping below fig trees.   When I'm landlocked to pillows, and purple quilts,  my mind fancies future surroundings, and faces.
Too often, we buckle our fondness to yesteryear. Memories of soft skin, and plastic dolls.  We grieve ourselves into the passing of time. On a common day, we feel too old, and too wise. Why do the hands of the kitchen clock travel so fast?  Why don't I remember the sound of my 12 year old heartbeat?  Where has my baby skin gone?

We'll always remember the way we saw the world when we were young. The blushing, the smells, the endless festivity.  We never had to pour our own juice, or fix our own honey.  Wisdom teeth weren't punching through gums.  The moon was only a reminder of bedtime.


As dreamers, architects, simpletons, people, we're always transporting from one world to another. Whether we're in too fast of cars, too quick of judgements, or we've spent too many days living in the past. No matter the posture, we're always in a hurry.   When I rest my head on feather pillows, enveloped by the fever,  I am reminded.   For us to live in the past, or to wonder where our minds went, it's a waste of good living.
My tomorrow bears brighter gifts than the footprints of my memory.  There is glory when I daydream of my future. There are children, and laughing, and sunsets, and books.   The present day brings me one step closer to my dreams (and to my wisdom teeth removal ;) ..

                                                                    what i wore* white faux fur- china townwedges- www.atseoul.com sponsorpink dress- mom's closetpink gloves- forever 21 $12

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