Monday, December 25, 2006

from Sheri Benning's, Notes Toward a Love Poem



"I should’ve shown you my heart earlier, but I was embarrassed by how it was dressed in the torn and washed-out cotton of the poor – detritus of last season’s poplar leaves and bark. So instead I got drunk. Spoke out of turn. Insulted your friend. Ignored you. I know. I’m not so good at this."

3 Comments:

At 11:31 AM, Blogger heather said...

fantastic quote

 
At 7:50 PM, Blogger Heather Glasgow said...

'tis a great poem by sheri benning. click on the link and read it -- it's a beaut

 
At 3:42 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think I will when I have some disposable time on my hands. It looks inspirational in a "I always seem to shoot myself in the foot" sort of way.

 

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