About Me

I’m yiddle, and this is my net.

I like:

yummy food
creating art
good books
sunny days
video games
days in the park
kitties
and sometimes small dogs

I dislike:

leftovers
pretentious art
books that don’t teach me something new
gloomy days
video games based on movies
people who litter in the park
kitties licking my feet (it tickles)
and sometimes small dogs

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes. – Walt Whitman

What do I want to be? I dunno, just me I guess. or famous, like a pulley or a buttonhole.

Famous

The river is famous to the fish.

The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.

The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.

The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.

The idea you carry close your bosom
is famous to your bosom.

The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to floors.

The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and is not at all famous to the one who is pictured.

I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.

- Naomi Nye