quietly...

we drove out to sebastopol today just to see a new place, but the rain started up an hour after we got there so we headed on back home. i'm drinking coffee and my sweetie's playing video games. inga is resigned to being trapped inside. :) but the book i ordered showed up today: the dead and the living by sharon olds. i've been slinking around with it, ducking into the bedroom to read it alone. it feels like the most perfect thing in the world today, her poems. these poems. it's my brand new bible. i hope my sister reads this work one day... and my mother... and i hope that maybe one day, a decade from now, when she might be able to stomach it, the austrian monster's daughter will find them too.