Sunday, September 12, 2010
What's it worth to you to live another year? How many arrows will you put up with? How often are you willing to puke? What's a good day, no, what's a good enough day? Is there anything in your life that you care about so much that you'll let the archer shoot every day rather than take Death's hand away and let him see you?
So far, there is something for me. There's my kid, there's poetry and story-telling. There's the memory of teaching, eating, drinking, dancing and being silly. There's the flight to Milan and the Ferry to Staten Island. There's a love, there are friends. There's curiosity, vanity and even still, a bit of lust, a love of laughing.
But I'm pretty thin and the price of time gets higher with each tick. Stay tuned.
Posted by Lynn Hoffman at 12:41 PM