A (less serious) Portrait of the Archaeologist as a Young Woman. The more substantial blog is here: http://middlesavagery.wordpress.com
"
Mornings I still
reach for you before
opening my eyes.
An antique habit from
last summer when we pulled
each other into the heat of groin
and belly, slept with an arm
around the other.
The Texas sun was like that.
Like a body asleep beside you.
But when I open my eyes
To the flannel and down,
mist at the window and blue
light from the bay, I remember
where I am
This weight
on the other side of the bed
is only books, not you. What
I said I loved more then you.
True.
Though these mornings
I wish books loved back.
Bay Poem from Berkeley - Sandra Cisneros
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