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--Sylvia Plath "Today" |
What sort of day will this be? A stretch under the covers brings a cramp to my feet and the thought of walking down all the streets wondering who I have left to meet makes me want to run backwards to last night when we talked and hid in the dark and I felt your lips on my face whispering the craziest things and I took them all to heart. I see us in a cafe. You drinking iced tea and I have something more exotic --maybe it has whipped cream-- and soaking is a biscotti. Then I look at you, you look at me. What sort of day will this be? They'll whisper to their tablemates and look at us wistfully. 'Look how happy those two are--how comfortable they must be.' They'll wonder what we talk about what we like to eat. They'll wonder the names of the films we watch and if we watch TV. I'll wake up with you tomorrow-- --yesterday it's what I thought and when you smiled and kissed my ear I believed in what I thought. But time moved in and I shied away 'Who knows just what he'll think of a girl like me, Imagining, drinking exotic coffee.' When I see you again I'll smile twice. I owe you an apology. You should see how it will be when I see you next week.
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The Mighty Kymm Erasing Reiny Day Rachel Kismet |