Dear erika,

what is that buzzing in your brain? Is it sadness…frustration…impatience…jealousy…? You want a signature snap? Then rub some flesh together until it pops. You want to look as strong as that young beautiful woman next to you in yoga? Stay on your mat. (and get your eyes off hers). You want to feel valued? get in line sister, get in line. You want you want you want…I see you open your email expecting something…like the news that will change it all…and your big love crumb eyes at the mailbox, looking for someone to write you a fat check and validate your art-sistence. I see you everyday looking for trouble. but why so out of sorts today? because you’re tired? because you are surrounded by genius humans who make it look as fun as taking a nap, or grass (thank you, Ada Limón). You think YOU are tired!??!? I can’t with you right now. I know you wanted a love note but I’m old and don’t have time for this shit. If you want the road less traveled, you have to stay off the path-os.

Ears up girl, ears up.

(again, thank you Ada–I’ll let you do the sweet talking today)

I still love you kitten, but c’mon…

x,

96-year old e

How to Triumph Like a Girl

By Ada Limón I like the lady horses best,
how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
is as fun as taking a nap, or grass.
I like their lady horse swagger,
after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up!
But mainly, let’s be honest, I like
that they’re ladies. As if this big
dangerous animal is also a part of me,
that somewhere inside the delicate
skin of my body, there pumps
an 8-pound female horse heart,
giant with power, heavy with blood.
Don’t you want to believe it?
Don’t you want to lift my shirt and see
the huge beating genius machine
that thinks, no, it knows,
it’s going to come in first.