fay, goddess of poetic interpretation

we just had a lazy crizi supper
made the kids sandwiches
dave had our lunch pasta-
and i had yesterdays rice, with shiratzi sauce (hot sauce) bit of maple syrup and,
i just cant have rice without- yogurt (yes i am part greek)
delsin ate the lettuce out of his sandwich, and chastised me for putting the wrong type of mustard on it.

i am so full

baby is begging me to pay attention to him (surprise)
and my stove buzzer is now going off.
...the carrot cake i was going to serve for supper.(had an open can of pineapple)

fay responded to my poems
and i fear her synopsis is better than they are :)
like she understands them better than i do
like a person who speaks in tongues is supposed to have an interpretor
...like i throw them out in hopes someone gets them
she gets them.
and i hate everyone who doesnt ...(not really)

...funny how the mode creeps up
and it forms on a hum
like a grain of wood speaking to the carver
its how i like to paint best too
see what comes
like displacing self
hearing another voice, that is also your own but not - but is?
spirit?
god?
it matters not much.
but i know she could put it beautifully