Best Texts of the Week, January 2016

Week of January 29
K.L.: Pizza and beer and movies?

Week of January 22
Me: Good morning, mom! Thanks for getting me vaccinated. :)
Mom: You are welcome.

Week of January 15
A.S.: Ok, ladies today's goal is fewer tears and less sadness. We won't say no tears and no sadness because that's unrealistic. Just fewer and less. Deal?

Week of January 8
B.R.: Ok, on my way with 2 pieces of leftover shoo fly.

Week of January 1
Jacob: Random question: Where in Lancaster is a great place to get tacos? I feel like this is a thing you'd have an opinion on.

Dear Keats

You say touch has a memory.
How to exorcise it?
You think on a good many things.
Sit and think. Sit and think.
How, do tell me, do I move on on on
On on on
And still think myself capable of loving ever?

Love was not a game to me,
Or was it? Of course not, my mouth tells me:
nothing tastes sweet.
Only the bitter things draw me,
and people not at all.

Beer, and shoveling this unbelievable mass of
snow that has graciously transported me
from my home planet to one resembling Hoth.
And all its beasts are in my head
as I shovel on on on on on
the pile topples.

I miss you, dear. And the idea of you, and
your hand on my back, your shoulders
such a sweet place to rest my head.
Your slow kiss on top of my hair, the
kind of kiss reserved for babies,
whose heads need kissing, you know.