One hour a day I will give myself to me.
I will read and write poetry.
One hour each month I will cleanse the hate,
In rituals, with my stones, I will meditate.
One hour each season, I’ll be a drummer.
You got it: Fall, Winter, Spring and Summer.
One day per year, I will disappear.
Alone, into the fog of a forest
To suck on the breast of our Creator.
So this is my plan.
I will steal four hundred and five
Hours each year from my life
As a mother, employee, friend and a wife.
The contract is done.
Sign below, if you wish to be my synonym.
I solemnly swear that we will skip the gym.
donika emille 