My Husband

I grow to love him more and more everyday.

Mirror-Sylvia Plath

Where the hell was this poem when i was a teenager.

I am silver and exact.
I have no preconceptions. What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart.
But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake.
A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day,
like a terrible fish.

Well Well

I haven't updated this thing since December...tsk. tsk.

It's not like there isn't any entertainment things to talk about:

Shia LeBeouf car accident
Christan Bale's screaming match with mom
Angie and Brad's twins

But i guess i've been processing it in all, w/out blogging about it.

Hey, here's a Stevie nicks cover to make up for the absence.