unblinken lights like mute boxes
each pause is a stab.
anticipating what lies within the box,
fingering the wrapping paper,
the ribbon mesh with its crinked curl-
like something cringing to the touch.
but afraid too,
too afraid to lift the cover
because pregnant hopes may in an instant miscarry,
and what i hoped to see inside
will be frozen in a half-catharsis
of nothing.
hints can't hurt
and truth, apart from being a thing to hold,
is a thing to blurt.
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okay i repent. feb 20th, beng went back to australia, and is missed.
happy birthday sheila! 3 march. :) We Want You for captain's ball!
5th march, is daryl's bday. i got him a black striped tee but of course, im posting it here cos i dont think he reads this blog. how convenient :) [even if you do pretend you dont. its the Code of Honourable Siblingry.]
the weekend! ahh. please dont let it rain. it can rain through monday and make it blurry and depressing as mondays always are but not the weekend!!
Bonus points if you can tell me who originally wrote the quote "nothing important happened today".
ReplyDeleteYay...i'm missed. Prolly as much as i miss having net at home rite now..