{ yesterday's tweets. }

• 13:03 It feels like 10am. Possibly because I only woke at 11. My day = S3 XFiles #
• 20:11 Played w/Baby Cousin from about 6pm. Now: waiting for Baby!Spooks #
• 20:46 Watching Buzzcock clips on youtube \o/ #
• 21:49 Baby!Spooks was pretty good this week. Still hate that end-scene graphic #
• 21:58 Am so done with today. BED TIME \o/ #

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{ Maya Jewell Zeller: Amber. }

Amber
by Maya Jewell Zeller

Because you tell me
you want to strip
at State Line,
I tell you
how a woman will always feel
like a body folded around another body,
the layered one
she wants to slough off
like a heavy shawl, furred skin
lifted in alien winds,
skeletal, petal-thin.
Were you named for their honey,
Amber, orange and dripping
from your father’s
comb? His face black with net,
hands the hard skin of a man
who works with diesel day
after day. The hands spin
you, your head
humming, legs long as clover
stamen spindling from a fastened core.
Twirl, the pole your wand,
sky-anchored, your hair a hundred wings,
dust-rubbed, hot whir of clapping,
green field, feet sticky,
eyes the flecked stone bottom
of creek-bed, a man’s beard
by your thigh. But you turned
left when he said
left. Where are the flowers
you expected?
They’ll ask you to sit
on their laps, Amber,
lick the rims
of their beers. Yes, I think—
yes. I can hear the bees now.
They want out
of their striped
and heavy clothes.

{ an open invitation to the dance. }

So, Saturday - naturally - turned out to be not so bad. We left here later than The Dad told me we would (could have had more sleep!) and boy am I ever pleased that I now own an mp3 because I zoned to that on our way to Surrey. I hugged all my cousins something fierce and then, somehow, it was time to go to the registry office. My bride cousin looked amazing, and nearly all the girls were dressed in pink (weird non-coordinated coordination, woo!), and everyone was in fairly good spirits. My cousin-brother-in-law-to-be (not official until the Indian wedding!) fudged up some of the recitation - eyeroll - and then there were photos in the garden which was lovely.

( &more. )

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Next weekend, on wedding-o-rama: I get to pretend to be a grown-up. ( &c. )

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Today The Sister's new bed arrived. You know - apart from the part where the guy didn't deliver the main frame. lols.

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Working at the store tomorrow morning. Am not too fussed about it, though, because it should be a good change of pace, and I probably won't be there more than a couple of hours. Should probably transfer Natalie Merchant's Motherland album to the zen, though, because I have suddenly rediscovered its magnificence. Guh, amazing.