No, I am not out bar-hopping. It seems that it is a Sunday night, and, going to Lawrence, homework is a priority. Even if I had wanted to go out, I'd be out alone.
I am not, however, sad. I waited 21 years for this status, what's another couple of days?
Anyway, instead of a long post, I want to share one of my favorite poems from ee cummings (one of my favorite poets). This is one of my favorites for its unusual simplicity. It's no. 58 in his book No Thanks:
love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds
Enough said. Today I am on my own terms as a present to myself--a day of favorites and yeses.
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