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Megan Whyte
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My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and tart,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.

"Jilted" by Sylvia Plath
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Why? I slow-danced to this song at a middle school dance with Damian Simpson, while all our friends hooted and hollered around us. We "dated" for a few months in 7th grade, and I suppose he was my first kiss (although it was half-lip half-cheek). We are still friends, and he looks like Lenny Kravitz these days. Cute.
Why? They smell wonderful and they are slow blooming, which means they last much longer. It requires a patient person who is willing to stick around long enough to really appreciate their full beauty. That's not a metaphor for anything at all. Of course not. :)
Why? It is usually pretty cheap at bars, it is refreshing, it isn't extraordinarily calorific, and I like the smell of pine needles.
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Erin Weston said: (on Feb 12, 2009)
hey! how are you feeling? still want to be wrapped in black?
Alecia Stephens said: (on Feb 7, 2009)
Glad you made it here. I've enjoyed reading and re-reading you stuff.
JEANNE CANNON said: (on Feb 7, 2009)
Yes! It's about time :) I got like 19 emails from your new posts! I love your backbrite, too.
When I come back, I hope we can have tea on your porch :) And maybe watch more office. I missed last week.
Erin Weston said: (on Feb 7, 2009)
wow, megan. your stuff is amazing. i can't wait to go through your creations!
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