Tomorrow is February

Tomorrow is February already. I'm ready for spring so bring it on.

I haven't posted much due to a sick kitty. Her name is Opal. She's at the vet right now. She had to stay the night. They can't figure out what's wrong with her but she won't eat. I just want her to come home. I miss the little booger.

Not much else is new right now. I'm still waiting to hear from graduate schools. But that won't be until March or April.

So here's a poem. Enjoy.

THE KISS

My mouth blooms like a cut.
I've been wronged all year, tedious
nights, nothing but rough elbows in them
and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby
crybaby , you fool !

Before today my body was useless.
Now it's tearing at its square corners.
It's tearing old Mary's garments off, knot by knot
and see -- Now it's shot full of these electric bolts.
Zing! A resurrection!

Once it was a boat, quite wooden
and with no business, no salt water under it
and in need of some paint. It was no more
than a group of boards. But you hoisted her, rigged her.
She's been elected.

My nerves are turned on. I hear them like
musical instruments. Where there was silence
the drums, the strings are incurably playing. You did this.
Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has stepped
into fire.

~Anne Sexton