I am #1 Mom

29 December 2006

Bajo,

Over a week now since I have picked up a cigarette. A checking in on
cervical cancer, some say I might be a good mother, and if I don't
carry how will you to the next generation? Besides of course your
Gabriella.

Relieved to know how serious you take these spaces, remember. The same
sum do not respect this form; do not know the politics in punctuation.
The politics of a birth or in your supposed case, and my potential
future (if I do not stop eating wheat and frequenting the downer,
searching skill). The vacant center will be our inevitable result.

Sometimes brick work is most comforting. My father was a mason the
moment he woke and Rose this year helped me create a family apple tree
and after her seventh mini bud light she admitted the resentful
portions of her marriage to the first Thomas: the one who succeeded in
death, 2 left.

Isaiah is generous with his kisses at such a young age, no teacher, no
directions, he only gives, his smile full body. He asked about you
this morning in his curls and dirty finger nails. How are my siblings
already surpassing us in wisdom? They all ignore their reflections.

I realize I have neglected your family in favors. Patricia never
received a phone call from me on Praha. I would only be able to give
her Salmovska and Stepanska, Jolie and Jasmina in books, in loft, and
of course the hidden living room behind the castle where the coldest
day of my life, fogged and unforgiving gave me some paper. The
hallucinations of the city I might have warned her of, though I fear
she won't encounter this side, and I know that I could never translate
this to Spanish with honest eloquence.

The blue wall bajo, before the washer and dryer, the kids like to sit on.

-Cari