My roommate now has a tropical-scented "Glade Plug-in."
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Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly--
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxide, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
- Poppies in October by Sylvia Plath
I really hope that gill does not know about this blog...
ReplyDeleteNessa you rock. This sums up so many people...
hehe
ReplyDeleteshe doesn't. the scent is intensifying. how do i break it to her in the least violent way possible?
ReplyDeleteYou step on it by "accident."
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