Cannot remember who wrote this poem (maybe essay?) or where this line is from. The metaphor is about a hideous child trying to crawl into your lap, you keep pushing it away in dismay, the author points out that this child is your (life? your faults?) and you must accept it, invite it up into your lap, and kiss it. Who wrote this? My Google Fu has failed me.
posted by jeanmari
on Jan 19, 2011 -