i strung garlands of eggshells and rubies
Home in half an hour. Weekend in half an hour!
Memery, because I'm bored:
SIX NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. victoria
2. victoria p.
3. vic
4. musesfool (though preferably not in face-to-face conversation)
5. shoe
6. miss july
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. silver dangly heart earrings
2. contact lenses
3. boots
THREE THINGS YOU WANT VERY BADLY AT THE MOMENT
1. to go home and sleep
2. to be independently wealthy to I can stay home and read and write and watch TV all day
3. to write
THREE PEOPLE WHOM YOU HOPE WILL DO THE MEME
1. Booth
2. Brennan
3. Sweets
THREE THINGS YOU DID LAST NIGHT
1. took a nap
2. watched Bones
3. watched SPN
THREE PEOPLE YOU LAST TALKED TO ON THE PHONE:
1. assistant to one of our board members
2. assistant to (a different) one of our board members
3. accounts payable person
THREE THINGS YOU ARE GOING TO DO TOMORROW:
1. sleep in
2. read
3. go to a fangirl gathering *squee*
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE DRINKS:
1. iced cappuccino
2. Lindemann's lambic framboise
3. Dr. Brown's diet cream soda
THREE THINGS THAT MADE YOU SMILE TODAY:
1. texts from angelgazing
2. reading people's SPN reaction posts
3. it's Friday!
***
I mentioned this poem to
alittlefaith the other night, so I thought I would post it:
The Welcoming
Distance was the house from which I welcomed you.
Time, time was the house, and to welcome you
I strung garlands of eggshells and rubies.
Thirsty I welcomed you, you the salt
sucked from the tips of braids
after running from the ocean of someone else's childhood.
I turned the skeleton key. I welcomed you from the narthex
of invisible churches.
There at the marble bar at the Folks-Bergère
I welcomed you in the mirror,
waving my chartreuse tumbler,
wearing my velvet choker, wafting my nocturnal perfume.
On the subway of extranjeros
I patted the empty seat beside me.
I foraged for you in welcome. Like a bottlenose dolphin,
I tore sponge from the sea floor
covered my beautiful nose with it and dug between barnacled rocks.
Yes I welcomed you with my efficient body.
I welcomed you from the house of memory,
where I am lonely
Again I vow not to think about whether you arrived,
or in what state.
Just that I was there, welcoming
with a singed collar, with a bee balmed in amber,
with an oyster cracker, a seashell full of champagne.
I welcomed you from a house of needles.
I welcomed you from the fists of babies.
Standing on the doormat
of' my black shadow,
with a beginner's brow, with a hoop of angels,
with the ache of unlit candles,
I welcomed you.
~Beth Ann Fennelly
***
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people have commented there.
Memery, because I'm bored:
SIX NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. victoria
2. victoria p.
3. vic
4. musesfool (though preferably not in face-to-face conversation)
5. shoe
6. miss july
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. silver dangly heart earrings
2. contact lenses
3. boots
THREE THINGS YOU WANT VERY BADLY AT THE MOMENT
1. to go home and sleep
2. to be independently wealthy to I can stay home and read and write and watch TV all day
3. to write
THREE PEOPLE WHOM YOU HOPE WILL DO THE MEME
1. Booth
2. Brennan
3. Sweets
THREE THINGS YOU DID LAST NIGHT
1. took a nap
2. watched Bones
3. watched SPN
THREE PEOPLE YOU LAST TALKED TO ON THE PHONE:
1. assistant to one of our board members
2. assistant to (a different) one of our board members
3. accounts payable person
THREE THINGS YOU ARE GOING TO DO TOMORROW:
1. sleep in
2. read
3. go to a fangirl gathering *squee*
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE DRINKS:
1. iced cappuccino
2. Lindemann's lambic framboise
3. Dr. Brown's diet cream soda
THREE THINGS THAT MADE YOU SMILE TODAY:
1. texts from angelgazing
2. reading people's SPN reaction posts
3. it's Friday!
***
I mentioned this poem to
alittlefaith the other night, so I thought I would post it:
The Welcoming
Distance was the house from which I welcomed you.
Time, time was the house, and to welcome you
I strung garlands of eggshells and rubies.
Thirsty I welcomed you, you the salt
sucked from the tips of braids
after running from the ocean of someone else's childhood.
I turned the skeleton key. I welcomed you from the narthex
of invisible churches.
There at the marble bar at the Folks-Bergère
I welcomed you in the mirror,
waving my chartreuse tumbler,
wearing my velvet choker, wafting my nocturnal perfume.
On the subway of extranjeros
I patted the empty seat beside me.
I foraged for you in welcome. Like a bottlenose dolphin,
I tore sponge from the sea floor
covered my beautiful nose with it and dug between barnacled rocks.
Yes I welcomed you with my efficient body.
I welcomed you from the house of memory,
where I am lonely
Again I vow not to think about whether you arrived,
or in what state.
Just that I was there, welcoming
with a singed collar, with a bee balmed in amber,
with an oyster cracker, a seashell full of champagne.
I welcomed you from a house of needles.
I welcomed you from the fists of babies.
Standing on the doormat
of' my black shadow,
with a beginner's brow, with a hoop of angels,
with the ache of unlit candles,
I welcomed you.
~Beth Ann Fennelly
***
This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/157640.html.
people have commented there.