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We totally had to move her away from the liquor cabinet, it's true.
― jaq, Monday, 9 July 2012 18:15 (eleven years ago) link
two weeks pass...
The Geranium
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail,
She looked so limp and bedraggled,
So foolish and trusting, like a sick poodle,
Or a wizened aster in late September,
I brought her back in again
For a new routine--
Vitamins, water, and whatever
Sustenance seemed sensible
At the time: she'd lived
So long on gin, bobbie pins, half-smoked cigars, dead beer,
Her shriveled petals falling
On the faded carpet, the stale
Steak grease stuck to her fuzzy leaves.
(Dried-out, she creaked like a tulip.)
The things she endured!--
The dumb dames shrieking half the night
Or the two of us, alone, both seedy,
Me breathing booze at her,
She leaning out of her pot toward the window.
Near the end, she seemed almost to hear me--
And that was scary--
So when that snuffling cretin of a maid
Threw her, pot and all, into the trash-can,
I said nothing.
But I sacked the presumptuous hag the next week,
I was that lonely.
--Theodore Roethke
― estela, Sunday, 29 July 2012 11:27 (eleven years ago) link
i wish you had too. also, since we're wishing, that i had as well.
― estela, Monday, 30 July 2012 00:37 (eleven years ago) link
ten months pass...
one year passes...
eight months pass...
btw my money tree didn't really survive the journey to our new home. it's still here but looking very sad. We even left out in a hotel and weby back for it but I fear it's a lost cause :(
― tehresa, Monday, 9 March 2015 04:21 (nine years ago) link