what temptation lies in large spaces
RANGERS WIN! THE RANGERS WIN! Man that was tense. When it went to overtime, I was like, guys, don't you know I have cupcakes to bake!? And then Hagelin scored and it was good. So, so good. *happy sigh* Now they can rest for a few days, and hopefully Zuccarello will be all right. Hopefully they will do more scoring in the next round (Fleury was unbelievably good), so I don't have to start drinking heavily to make it through the games.
There's only one downside to advancing - well, aside from being enemies with
zambonirider if they play the Caps in the second round - from here on out we're stuck with Pierre McGuire. Blergh.
Anyway, after that glorious series win, I ended up making black bottom cupcakes, though I guess I filled the cups too much because the cheesecake filling took over the tops completely. They smell really good, though.
Today's poem:
Collection in a Studio Apartment
by Heather Styka
Sometimes I buy boxes
before knowing what
I might put inside
them. And then I have
a box to fill, black
cardboard with metal trim,
wicker, mahogany,
compartments, lids.
So many things can fill
a box: sea shells, matchbooks,
photos of Rome, plastic spoons,
tea bags. Or sometimes I buy
things to put inside, the way
one fills a bookshelf, each shelf
inadequate
until enough books are
packed snugly like faces
in a queue of people.
When I'm alone on
a Sunday afternoon,
I rearrange according
to author, genre, color,
trying to avoid the inevitable
gap, three books short
of a full shelf. Rooms
desire to be filled until
they shout for more space.
And then one must
decide what is worth
keeping - will I use
that vase, those candles,
paperweights and letters?
And if one cannot part
with property, rooms
will be abandoned for larger
rooms, fresh and empty
like hotel drawers filled with nothing
but a notepad and a Gideon bible.
What temptation lies in large spaces,
barren closets, clear plastic boxes,
each like an open hand before
a covenant, each bin promising to hold
what I cannot throw out
but would rather not see.
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There's only one downside to advancing - well, aside from being enemies with
zambonirider if they play the Caps in the second round - from here on out we're stuck with Pierre McGuire. Blergh.
Anyway, after that glorious series win, I ended up making black bottom cupcakes, though I guess I filled the cups too much because the cheesecake filling took over the tops completely. They smell really good, though.
Today's poem:
Collection in a Studio Apartment
by Heather Styka
Sometimes I buy boxes
before knowing what
I might put inside
them. And then I have
a box to fill, black
cardboard with metal trim,
wicker, mahogany,
compartments, lids.
So many things can fill
a box: sea shells, matchbooks,
photos of Rome, plastic spoons,
tea bags. Or sometimes I buy
things to put inside, the way
one fills a bookshelf, each shelf
inadequate
until enough books are
packed snugly like faces
in a queue of people.
When I'm alone on
a Sunday afternoon,
I rearrange according
to author, genre, color,
trying to avoid the inevitable
gap, three books short
of a full shelf. Rooms
desire to be filled until
they shout for more space.
And then one must
decide what is worth
keeping - will I use
that vase, those candles,
paperweights and letters?
And if one cannot part
with property, rooms
will be abandoned for larger
rooms, fresh and empty
like hotel drawers filled with nothing
but a notepad and a Gideon bible.
What temptation lies in large spaces,
barren closets, clear plastic boxes,
each like an open hand before
a covenant, each bin promising to hold
what I cannot throw out
but would rather not see.
***
This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/744193.html.
people have commented there.