this bed echoes silence,
emptied of you tonight
(how relieved
must the neighbors be?)
freed from the sticky
heat of your skin,
i lie newly oppressed
by the cool comfort
of a sultry
summer storm
without you.
chillin
- chandler.lorraine
- my name is chandler lorraine wygant. it used to be jarvis, not so long ago, but here i am, old and married. when i was younger, my dad told me i could be whatever i wanted to (translation: think big- make a lot of money, so your mother and i can move to the bahamas by the time you're 25). my mom (bless her little heart..) told me i should sing and model, and get a phd in dentistry. instead, i played in college, got a bachelor of arts (good for..?) and went into youth ministry and fords. i still don't know what i want to be when i grow up, but i'm pretty sure it involves manual labor. i complain a lot, but i have a wonderful life. i'm a beach girl through and through, but sunsets over the blue ridge mountains floor me. i feel alive when i'm fighting the breakers, hiking the appalachians, climbing a rock, or chillin on any one of a dozen east coast front porches that i've come to call home. ben and i have couches we could sleep on in pretty much every state. my best friend vail is the hottest cowgirl you'll ever meet. i have a brother whom i would do anything for. my husband is way sexy. you can't have him. i owe my life to jesus.
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