Today was better but yesterday I pulled weeds by the leaves all day. Never quite digging deep enough inside to get the roots. The roots are what matter, really. When you rip off those weed leaves it looks better. You can provide healthy meals, clean folded clothes, even cushy beds to cozy up in at night, and even take them to pick berries. These are just leaves. In the cool, damp earth, the roots are safely tucked, firmly anchored: soft words, face-to-face smiles, respectability, gentle nudges...roots. I pulled weeds by the leaves all day and it makes my fingers ache and my head, too, because inside I know I'm going to have to cover the same territory again but this time dig a little deeper. If I can just get those roots, I can keep the sprouts from getting strangled. This life'll strangle you if you let it.