It is June. I am tired of being brave.

Jun 23, 2007 10:56

The Truth The Dead I Know - Anne Sexton

Gone, I say and walk from church
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.

We drive to the Cape. I cultivate
myself where the sun gutters from the sky,
where the sea swings in like an iron gate
and we touch. In another country people die.

My darling, the wind falls in like stones
from the whitehearted water and when we touch
we enter touch entirely. No one’s alone.
Men kill for this, or for as much.

And what of the dead? They lie without shoes
in their stone boats. They are more like stone
than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse
to be blessed, throat, eye, and knucklebone.

i'm sorry. i love you.

i bought a desk chair yesterday that will be a nice little fixer-upper project for me.
i'm going to take it in to papa's shop and paint/distress it, and re-upholster it with something lacy.

i also found a lagwagon shirt, a saturday night live shirt, and some black skinny jeans from the limited that are SUPER hot. all from goodwill again. including the chair, only cost $20.

don't get the spinach salad from IHOP. it made me real nauseous.

also bought this yesterday, which we are going to watch tonight.



and yes, we confessed. i was only the lookout but i'm still as guilty as everyone else, i guess. major apologies for any destruction i helped bring about.

we are having a major 20% off sale at the store today, so if you need furniture, please come visit me! 10-6 today. manorism.com for directions.
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