Mom, I miss you.

I know I said I wouldn't, but...I do.

You never taught me how to make chocolate mousse.

I watch "West Wing" and think of you.

And no, I wasn't going to marry Ron. Or John. And it's still none of your business whether I had sex with any guy. Sorry, but that one stays.

But I still love you anyway. Why did you have to suddenly/not suddenly go? It does suck.

Dear James,

Here I wander
blighted of sight
a wandering soul
in the dead of night
dreaming of men in costumes
and women in fright
a crown of fire
in sad sunlight.
I wonder about Wicked
and all the men I know
wonder about life
and mystery
and sadness.
What will this new time
bring to me
what will I bring to it?
Or will it be like every year
longing and fear and pain?
I wish at the bottom of my heart
for the black knight upon black steed
but if it were left up to me
I'd settle for a moment
in the hands of greatness
left to wander the plains
of what is left to wander,
content that it may be
a sorry sight
a wandering soul
that is only me.

On A More Serious Note

The Rude Pundit visited some of the carnage that still exists in New Orleans and surrounding neighborhoods. It makes me want to cry.

I know that it takes time to rebuild. There are houses still with FEMA tarps on them from Hurricane Andrew in Florida. But I wonder, how long will it be? And you know, why? Is this what my tax dollars get me? I work and pay taxes, and all it gets is the inevitable death of entire cities and neighborhoods? Fuck that, makes me not want to pay taxes anymore. What about schools? I pay taxes for those. Or hell, about twelve thousand other things that I would prefer that my tax money went to instead of a bunch of lying, money grubbing cowards who want to throw away America for the Almighty Dollar. People who want everyone to live in fear and despair so that not only can they make a profit, they can fill their swimming pools and yachts with quarters and dive around in it.

It makes me sick.