happy birthday!i am still loving this cleaned-out straightened-up space, despite the heat of it. what's next is to take all the pictures & all the pretty things that i've received in the mail & put them onto this wall. i don't know how many pieces of paper will be stuck on, in the end. probably it means i can never, ever move. it is a big commitment.
unless i shuck the pretty things altogether. unless i live up to my poems & just leave. (right. she knows plenty well how unconfessionally i write.)
this is out of nowhere.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:or maybe i will tape all the envelopes themselves to the wall. with things not-the-original-letters in them. (note: i don't think i have ever ever thrown out a letter. that trunk in my living room: it is full of old mail. from high school. from kenyon. that salesman's case in my desk: it is full of old mail, too, the past couple of years.)
this is just a knockoff of bean's idea, which is to take very tiny tins & to stick them to the wall. you will take off the lid of the tin & inside you will see a photograph, a drawing, a something that is not candy anyway.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:this is for lady J: they're gonna find intelligent life up there on the moon! / and the canterbury tales / will shoot up to the top of the bestseller list! / and stay there! for thirty-seven weeks!
