Monday, January 12, 2009


so i was reading last night..
and came across something that stopped me cold.
i had a sense of doom, a sense of betrayal.
it was one of those moments in time
where i felt as if
i had been found out.
they wrote what they wrote, because,
although it is completely impossible,
they must have a window to my very soul.

in short, this is what it said:

it was what she had battling inside her.
an unmixable mix.
the infinite tenderness of motherhood,
and the reckless rage of a suicide bomber.


dewatobay said...

oh my gosh
The God of Small Things!

amy smith said...

it is! and of course you would pick up on that.. we tend to read the same books. :)