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For My Lover, Returning to His Wife
She is all there.
She was melted carefully down for you
and cast up from your childhood,
cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies.
She has always been there, my darling.
She is, in fact, exquisite.
Fireworks in the dull middle of February
and as real as a cast-iron pot.
Let's face it, I have been momentary.
A luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor.
My hair rising like smoke from the car window.
Littleneck clams out of season.
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She is so naked and singular
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.
-Anne Sexton
I really like that one. In other news, Juggler and I were sitting in a restaurant last night when the plate glass window shatters! People start screaming. Some dudes are lurking outside. Eventually the police are called, names and numbers taken, and the girl crying and holding her head is told to sit down. This is my second brush with almost-kinda violence this summer, and still as close as I've ever got to the real thing. All you folks who were beaten up regularly in school? I never even *saw* that happening. So, this may be some sort of a change in trend, but it's still pretty minor.
Other hand: my birthday was pretty wonderful. I worked, which seems to surprise people, but I made a ton of money doing it, enjoyed myself, and instead of doing the celebratory beating we'd planned I got that to anticipate and instead spent some time with Juggler exploring my b-day present ( http://www.tickledpinktoys.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&ProdID=223 SO COOL ) and generally hanging out in lots of nice ways. Then we went out for dinner, see above, and rented one of those childhoos movies to settle in and relax after the somewhat disturbing incident. As a result I've had no sleep.
It's neat how things, for me, have been turned inside out as to how I process things I've anticipated that have been cancelled. Instead of thinking, 'aww, that sucks, I would have loved to do that' I find myself going, 'mmmmm, I get to do that next time, yay!'. So, I'm looking forward to hanging out with Tillie, and to doing that thing we were gonna do sometime when no one's working.
Today: possible farmer's market & Tillie & Devon meetup, possible goldfish shopping (I inherited Tillie's, and he's really active and lively and friendly, and I think I wanna get him a friend and do this right, the 'web says goldfish have mnore personality than most fish and they're so right), possible plant shopping for Juggler's office, chicken dinner with Chris, and possibly hanging out with someone after that (anyone not going to Sin and wanna just chill?)
Love y'all.
She is all there.
She was melted carefully down for you
and cast up from your childhood,
cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies.
She has always been there, my darling.
She is, in fact, exquisite.
Fireworks in the dull middle of February
and as real as a cast-iron pot.
Let's face it, I have been momentary.
A luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor.
My hair rising like smoke from the car window.
Littleneck clams out of season.
( Read more... )
She is so naked and singular
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.
-Anne Sexton
I really like that one. In other news, Juggler and I were sitting in a restaurant last night when the plate glass window shatters! People start screaming. Some dudes are lurking outside. Eventually the police are called, names and numbers taken, and the girl crying and holding her head is told to sit down. This is my second brush with almost-kinda violence this summer, and still as close as I've ever got to the real thing. All you folks who were beaten up regularly in school? I never even *saw* that happening. So, this may be some sort of a change in trend, but it's still pretty minor.
Other hand: my birthday was pretty wonderful. I worked, which seems to surprise people, but I made a ton of money doing it, enjoyed myself, and instead of doing the celebratory beating we'd planned I got that to anticipate and instead spent some time with Juggler exploring my b-day present ( http://www.tickledpinktoys.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&ProdID=223 SO COOL ) and generally hanging out in lots of nice ways. Then we went out for dinner, see above, and rented one of those childhoos movies to settle in and relax after the somewhat disturbing incident. As a result I've had no sleep.
It's neat how things, for me, have been turned inside out as to how I process things I've anticipated that have been cancelled. Instead of thinking, 'aww, that sucks, I would have loved to do that' I find myself going, 'mmmmm, I get to do that next time, yay!'. So, I'm looking forward to hanging out with Tillie, and to doing that thing we were gonna do sometime when no one's working.
Today: possible farmer's market & Tillie & Devon meetup, possible goldfish shopping (I inherited Tillie's, and he's really active and lively and friendly, and I think I wanna get him a friend and do this right, the 'web says goldfish have mnore personality than most fish and they're so right), possible plant shopping for Juggler's office, chicken dinner with Chris, and possibly hanging out with someone after that (anyone not going to Sin and wanna just chill?)
Love y'all.
