my poems, and someone else's poem

juked has accepted two of my poems - what is the sound of one hand clapping? and you nude girl folding your arms, inspired by a schiele painting. i'll post links when they are published.

and here's a wonderful poem i was introduced to yesterday:

Since You Will Not Send Me Word

Since you will not send me word
I will try to imagine
what you might have said.

I will believe there is a world
where you love me again,
I will talk sweetly.

Since you will not take my hand,
(my hand that was just your
size), I will wave

Good-bye again and again.
I will weep bitter tears, and
you shall know you are missed.

Since you will not love me love,
oh secret darling of my heart,
I will fall away

And rock myself to sleep.
I will sing a song
and rock myself to sleep.

Joyce Sutphen

i sat in the sunny park across the road this afternoon, reading (salman rushdie's the moor's last sigh) and watching people (the comings and goings of members of the balkan community, mainly) - it was a pretty perfect two and a half hours. and tichy's chocolate ice-cream is still the bestest. :)

song of the day: hotel song by regina spektor.