oh oh david berman - imagining defeat
She woke me up at dawn,
her suitcase like a little brown dog at her heels.
I sat up and looked out the window
at the snow falling in the stand of blackjack trees.
A bus ticket in her hand.
Then she brought something black up to her mouth,
a plum I thought, but it was an asthma inhaler.
I reached under the bed for my menthols
and she asked if I ever thought of cancer.
Yes, I said, but always as a tree way up ahead
in the distance where it doesn't matter
And I suppose a dead soul must look back at that tree,
so far behind his wagon where it also doesn't matter.
except as a memory of rest or water.
Though to believe any of that, I thought,
you have to accept the premise
that she woke me up at all.
gingerbread-chocolate cookies
These are my masterpiece. They were hard to make. Have you ever had to use fresh ginger? Baking with fresh ginger is a fucking pain in the ass, as it turns out. But they turned out so nice and my house smells amazing. These are part of a Christmas present for someone. I hope he doesn’t read my blog. But I am 90% sure he doesn’t. Plus he’s probably getting them tonight. And anyway, I am way too proud of these to not post pics.
christmas
Decorations! Christmas is a monthlong event. We started right after Thanksgiving. I’ve done a LOT of baking this month and so I’ve been a pretty happy girl minus the unemployment factor.
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