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November 4, 2009
Tinman
I dreamt James came home early. He was skinnier, shaggier in hair (an odd combination for a Lance Corporal in the USMC) and apparently Alaina had come home as well. Nobody telling me they were coming home and thus dashing my plans upset me in said dream land. It gets fuzzier after that.
My body feels a little less like the Tinman at the moment. The rust is wearing off in my hips, quads, knees, and upper back finally. It's been almost painful to walk but that's the only way to wear it off, right?
I have this poem in my head. It has no form yet, no arc but I want to retell the story of Nick Chopper (The Tinman from Baum's "Oz" series). The story of a man who kept cutting and cutting until he was nothing more then metal and all he wanted to do was feel. All the while his frozen stature and hardened limbs serve as a reminder of where he was and perhaps we're he'll go, because we can all FEEL rust.
Well, I'm going to hit the gym.
My body feels a little less like the Tinman at the moment. The rust is wearing off in my hips, quads, knees, and upper back finally. It's been almost painful to walk but that's the only way to wear it off, right?
I have this poem in my head. It has no form yet, no arc but I want to retell the story of Nick Chopper (The Tinman from Baum's "Oz" series). The story of a man who kept cutting and cutting until he was nothing more then metal and all he wanted to do was feel. All the while his frozen stature and hardened limbs serve as a reminder of where he was and perhaps we're he'll go, because we can all FEEL rust.
Well, I'm going to hit the gym.
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