i sometimes really enjoy
being inside my head.
sometimes it’s a pain in the ass
like when i am crazy neurotic.
without the minions…
it’s just me & the voices.
they are mostly benign
without any stimulus.
not that my minions make me crazy.
i think that it is more
that being a mother makes me
i miss my minions…
but i really enjoy being alone.
i am able to sort through thoughts
make sense of things
it’s kind of nice.
but it is way way way
too quiet without them.
and i have no excuse to not make art
with them not knocking up against my elbows.
so i make art.
not always earth-shattering art
but let’s call it art
you know, pigs and sheep and that other thing
the dogs know
they have been memorialized
(i almost forgot to take a picture of the ink stain. i started in on the pig, then remembered)