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An Imposition of Ashes.
Feb. 6th, 2008 05:35 pmMy spine has betrayed me yet again. I'm lying on the psychiatrist's couch in my living room, looking, I hope, as much the beautiful invalid as possible. I'll have to demand that Beth critique my performance when she returns.
This reminds me that, perhaps as important as a crutch of some sort, is clothing suitable for lounging. I've always assumed it would be a kimono, but really I don't know. I need something. I feel so much worse when I'm poorly dressed.
The sun set for me, just now. A pile of amethysts and gold and sapphires tumbled into my lap, and had I been well, I expect, I'd have missed it. It was perfect from just this angle, too: framed on one side by my front door, which I painted lavender, and my coats, racing green and olive drab, and in the window by my plants and the green and gold of my father's old globe, and spanned by electrical wires and a single glowing street lamp. Oh, Philadelphia. It was so kind of you to visit.
This reminds me that, perhaps as important as a crutch of some sort, is clothing suitable for lounging. I've always assumed it would be a kimono, but really I don't know. I need something. I feel so much worse when I'm poorly dressed.
The sun set for me, just now. A pile of amethysts and gold and sapphires tumbled into my lap, and had I been well, I expect, I'd have missed it. It was perfect from just this angle, too: framed on one side by my front door, which I painted lavender, and my coats, racing green and olive drab, and in the window by my plants and the green and gold of my father's old globe, and spanned by electrical wires and a single glowing street lamp. Oh, Philadelphia. It was so kind of you to visit.
