Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Today is my 2nd wedding anniversary.*
So here is a love poem. I was going to post "Laundry" but the Both mag archives are offline and I don't have it with me. This one's more recent, from Down Spooky.
To my dear & loving head wound,
There is no beautiful mountain
anywhere near where you were born.
But let's just say there were,
instead of swamp & highway
instead of woods & marsh gas
instead of dualie pickup trucks
with slingshot gangs & make-up
camouflage there were a pretty mountain.
You would have climbed it first of all.
I would have too, to meet you.
*But this weekend is our 10th "real" anniversary. What a lucky girl I am.
Posted by shanna at 9:28 AM