A Moment’s Reflection!
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
I am dictating this while looking at myself in the mirror. (The Person of Indeterminate Gender, who has exceedingly delicate hands for a man but somewhat rough palms for a woman, is typing.)
How do I love me? Let me Count the ways.
I love me to the depth and breadth and height
My eyebrow can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of orphans and fortune’s grace.
I love me to the level of every day’s
Most rousing applause, by sun and candle-light.
I love me to…I love…oh, drat. What’s my line? What is my next line? Are you still typing? I said, Are you still typing? Stop. Stop typing! This instant, you fool! St
