That poet that wrote that poem about that thing...
January 19, 2011 2:54 PM Subscribe
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.
This sounds like it could've come from one of Anne Lamott's books. "Bird By Bird" or "Travelling Mercies" possibly.
posted by Spyder's Game at 3:53 PM on January 19, 2011
posted by Spyder's Game at 3:53 PM on January 19, 2011
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posted by salvia at 3:06 PM on January 19, 2011