Leaving on a Jet Plane

My son is leaving home, flying away in that way that we all do - if we're fortunate enough to have the wings and means and way
and curds.
I am proud and sad for him, that I don't have more to send him with... more money, more inspiration, more of an example. I sleep a lot. I eat a lot. I read a lot. I watch a lot of movies. I sit and think a lot. I smoke a lot. I want a lot. These are the things he has learned from me... I wanted to say I laugh a lot and write a lot and swim a lot and meditate a lot and bake a lot.
I don't.
My lots pretty much has my day covered.
I'm happy a lot.
this is true. without really understanding how it can be true, without being able to give examples of a happy life that other humans would recognize and agree with, I am a happy person. I am loved and I love. a lot.
well, there you go.
Fly, Garrison Cleveland Bennett Burrell. I love you a lot.
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I am a fat fuck

As my husband reminded me this afternoon, I am a fat fuck.
When Rose asked me, with her wise and teeth less mouth, what is a fat fuck?
I told her she should ask her dad, wanting him to be feel ashamed of his words.
She suggested that it probably means fat mama, and I agreed, feeling sad that she had heard him abuse me.
Really, though, he's telling it straight up. no chaser.
I am a fat fuck.
a round romp.
a large lay. a voluminous vagina.
a cavalcade of cunt and a tidal wave of tits.
huge heart and loud laugh. strong spirit and wise ways.
I am big and beautiful and he is blessed.

I will remember to tell her in the morning, first thing.
Him, I don't have to say a word.