January 2012
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December 2011
What The Living Do, Marie Howe
Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.
And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up
waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of.
It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through
the open living-room windows because the heat’s on too...
tonight, we’re celebrating us,
one year of love, or at least
one year of “feeling some kinda way.”
What He Said, Anis Mojgani
I told her
simply
that
I feel like a field again.
so happy
