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‘Today I am going to kill something. Anything’…from Carol ANne Duffy. Is that not just one of the best first lines of a poem? It’s probably not even right- I mean, I probably mis-quoted. I am teaching it. From the Anthology. I had the luck and chance to meet Carol Anne Duffy last spring at a cool poet-y place in London. (One day I hope to look back on my life and think, ‘Hmm. I met Carol Anne Duffy at a cool poet-y place in London.’ Today is not that day.)
Today, the real today, my today, I am not at school. I should be teaching that poem and a million more, really, but instead I am locked in the confines of my house, dealing with a poorly kidney. A kidney. Who gets a sick day for a kidney, I ask you? Me. And it’s boring. And there’s another thing…
Today we get a new car. We, John and me. A little car I’ve been dreaming of a long time. I’ve told myself it’s to celebrate the successes in my life. To celebrate the ‘I’ve accomplished a few things I said I would accomplish’ thing. But so what? I mean, people are surviving all sorts of stuff I’ve never fully contemplated. War, war, war, starvation, true poverty, a million other terrible things. But I suppose those survivors wouldn’t want a car to celebrate with. Those survivors, their success, will be measured by the beating of their hearts. I will take my new little buggy, at least for as long as I can, and be gratefull for the beating of my heart. And the wind in my hair as I’m tearing through the south of France. At a sensible speed, of course.
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