September 12, 2005
a can of worms
Somewhere there is a tally that lives within my brain the kind of tally that varies upon whom you’re talking to. To share this tally would be like opening a can of worms. Have you ever really thought about that? Opening a can of worms. Do you think the original person who said it was speaking of those spring-loaded worms or actual worms? I like I imagine actual worms and you open this can, now that’s with an can opener, and inside there are all these long worms writhing and squirming and the can is full so they can barely move but the entire can is a body of wormy mess, not to mention those worms that got cut in the process of opening the can. Dear me, you could see how this maybe a problem and a good metaphor for a problem indeed. I miss looking at the stars, my mom recently sent me one of those survey emails about yourself and one of the questions was do you wish on stars. I do, but my mother doesn’t. That was kind of sad to me. My mother who taught me about everything magical doesn’t wish on stars, and suddenly everything comes into perspective.