‘She’s no longer your problem’
In Dancing with the Dead updates …
I dreamed I was talking to Momma about someone who has been a problem moving to the West Coast (of Florida).
She knew. I didn’t have to give her any details.
Saw this poem at the NoMa/Gallaudet station. Maybe an ancestor led me then, too.
She also knows someone else is finally ready (forced by a property sale, no doubt. I can’t measure how happy they’ve probably been to live in peace) to go with them.
Momma had always encouraged me to keep up with the meanie’s hijinx online. But I finally did a hard stop. And I asked her if I was missing anything.
She said same shit but you didn’t have to ask.
BUT … Momma said, once all the Clampetts have gone West … “She’s no longer your problem.”
I said for real? She’ll shut up about me.
She laughed. Oh how I missed that laugh!
She said no but don’t think about her again. She got her man away from you for good, and she finally feels that.
I love these conversations with Momma. Wish they could be in person for real.
But so much better than the silence that usually greets me when I could use a chat with her.
Hear that, Goonhilda? You won. Now, shoo.