Good Bones, Poem by Maggie Smith , Film by Anais La Rocca

Good Bones BY MAGGIE SMITH Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and Ive shortened mine in a thousand delicious, illadvised ways, a thousand deliciously illadvised ways Ill keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and thats a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right You could make this place beautiful.