the heck

the actual heck

Watching

Just a poem today. Written for Andrew.

Watching

As a little girl, in my little-girl room

I had two mirrors.

One for my face, one for my body

The first, large and wide 

At my dressing table

The second, long and slender

On a swinging door

I would pull the door until they showed each other

but they were never face to face

And I would watch myself, with her head turned away

Watching herself, with her head turned away

Watching me

Watch her watch her watch me

None of us could catch the one who watched her watching her.

Margery

Another happy love song where everything is just fine at the end

Also, it's Pi day here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mMeEKGyngM