This is what Sharon Olds inscribed to me in her collection Satan Says.
At the end of the day, I am handed a package.
A thin, white priority mail.
I pull the tab, and a red bind hides inside
with the perfect, shapely
Sharon Olds signing.
I burst into tears, causing colleagues to stall in confusion.
Thank you.
Thank you, for knowing
with such a care.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Green Rejuvenation:
the name of the tea I tried at the Noodle House Saturday night
This weekend, I traveled to the beautiful Asheville, NC, for a mental break. I went to Black Mountain's Pump House to watch the Lazybirds play and to drink the Pisgah Porter. I saw Bill Maher's Religulous one afternoon. I snuck around a high school baseball field to get into an Obama rally. I drove up the Blue Ridge Parkway and stopped at a lookout to take pictures and make a grass bracelet.
-mmmm,
that green rejuvenation; does the trick.
This weekend, I traveled to the beautiful Asheville, NC, for a mental break. I went to Black Mountain's Pump House to watch the Lazybirds play and to drink the Pisgah Porter. I saw Bill Maher's Religulous one afternoon. I snuck around a high school baseball field to get into an Obama rally. I drove up the Blue Ridge Parkway and stopped at a lookout to take pictures and make a grass bracelet.
-mmmm,
that green rejuvenation; does the trick.
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