Greatpoets...

...strikes again. This one seems very poly in sensibility to me, but of course, it wasn't intended for that purpose.

A Fable
by Louise Gluck

Two women with
the same claim
came to the feet
of the wise king. Two women,
but only one baby.
The king knew
someone was lying.
What he said was
let the child be
cut in half; that way
no one will go
empty-handed. He
drew his sword.
Then, of the two
women, one
renounced her share:
this was
the sign, the lesson.
Suppose
you saw your mother
torn between two daughters:
what could you do
to save her but be
willing to destroy
yourself--she would know
who was the rightful child,
the one who couldn't bear
to divide the mother.

Flowers For Algernon

...I also confided to Kynnin that after reading Flowers for Algernon I feel a little bit like Charlie in it, where he views the 'old Charlie' as someone apart, waiting patiently for the body back. Emotionally I definitely feel like two people, when I have small brooding downturns and then resume myself, I feel as if I am indeed 'resuming myself' or 'I'm back'.

For... Well, Many Of You.

roses are #FF0000
violets are #0000FF
all my base
are belong to you

Whee!

No housesitting until Sunday night. Frees my running-around up some. Yay! Well, it frees up this evening, at least.