or framed in silver haunts every room
Apr. 10th, 2025 05:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
musesfoolI spent all of yesterday thinking it was Thursday and was mighty disappointed when it wasn't, which means I also forgot to do a Wednesday reading post, so here we go:
What I've just finished
A Drop of Corruption by Robert Jackson Bennett, which absolutely lives up to the first book and which I enjoyed tremendously, though I wish I had not been eating when I read parts of it, because the body horror is real and it is regular. I can't wait to see where Din and Ana go next!
Finlay Donovan Is Killing It, which is a breezy story about a writer who gets mistaken for a contract killer and ends up involved in some shenanigans of the criminal sort. It's a fun, fast read you shouldn't think about too hard.
What I'm reading now
Finlay Donovan Knocks 'Em Dead, which is the first sequel to the above, and so far it is more of the same, though ( spoiler ) I definitely want to know more about Vero and her cousin Ramon, so I hope that comes up in this one.
What I'm reading next
Again, I have spent so long in a book-reading drought these last 5 years that I'm just happy to be here again, so I cannot say.
And now, today's poem:
The afterlife of fame
By David Trinidad
is dark
a neglected mansion
with vanishing court
rats in the empty pool
and antiquated actress
languishing
as ghost of her famous self
flickers in the projector's beam
or framed in silver
haunts every room
Face unrecognizable?
Name forgotten?
O float me to Oblivion
in my swan bed
with my bandaged wrists
and doors shorn of locks
with swirl of my cigarette smoke
and glitter of my jewels
and silent flutter
of my weightless tulle
***
In other news, I baked some bread (I started it at the end of my lunch hour at around 3 pm) and I am waiting for it to be cool enough to eat - it smells so good I want it now!
***
What I've just finished
A Drop of Corruption by Robert Jackson Bennett, which absolutely lives up to the first book and which I enjoyed tremendously, though I wish I had not been eating when I read parts of it, because the body horror is real and it is regular. I can't wait to see where Din and Ana go next!
Finlay Donovan Is Killing It, which is a breezy story about a writer who gets mistaken for a contract killer and ends up involved in some shenanigans of the criminal sort. It's a fun, fast read you shouldn't think about too hard.
What I'm reading now
Finlay Donovan Knocks 'Em Dead, which is the first sequel to the above, and so far it is more of the same, though ( spoiler ) I definitely want to know more about Vero and her cousin Ramon, so I hope that comes up in this one.
What I'm reading next
Again, I have spent so long in a book-reading drought these last 5 years that I'm just happy to be here again, so I cannot say.
And now, today's poem:
The afterlife of fame
By David Trinidad
is dark
a neglected mansion
with vanishing court
rats in the empty pool
and antiquated actress
languishing
as ghost of her famous self
flickers in the projector's beam
or framed in silver
haunts every room
Face unrecognizable?
Name forgotten?
O float me to Oblivion
in my swan bed
with my bandaged wrists
and doors shorn of locks
with swirl of my cigarette smoke
and glitter of my jewels
and silent flutter
of my weightless tulle
***
In other news, I baked some bread (I started it at the end of my lunch hour at around 3 pm) and I am waiting for it to be cool enough to eat - it smells so good I want it now!
***
I'll take it out of the jar of missed opportunities
Apr. 9th, 2025 07:35 pmmusesfoolSo the dentist prescribed extra special toothpaste for sensitive teeth, but they didn't have any at the office. They sent the prescription to a CVS on Queens Blvd, but not the one closest to me, and the pharmacy texted me to let me know the prescription was not covered by my insurance, did I still want it? I called and said, how much is it? And it turned out to be $30 without insurance so I said, yes. And then they told me they didn't have it in stock, to come today to pick it up.
So after a long afternoon of meetings, I ordered a Lyft to take me to this pharmacy somewhere on Queens Blvd, and when I got there, they told me they didn't have it. But, said the cashier, I see that they told you to come today, so please step down to that window to speak with the pharmacist. So I stepped down to the window and the pharmacist said, we don't have this brand, maybe there's one left at the CVS in Bayside? And I was like, I'm not going to Bayside for toothpaste, so she called the dentist's office and asked if the generic brand they had on hand - which apparently has the same exact ingredients - would suffice, and I guess they told her yes, because she sent me back to wait in the pick-up area for my name to be called. Which it was eventually, and I got my generic brand prescription toothpaste and it only cost $10 so I guess insurance covered the generic version at least. *hands*
After all that, I really hope it helps.
***
Here's today's poem:
All I Have To Say For Myself
by Mindy Nettifee
The last time you came to see me
there were anchors in your eyes,
hardback books in your posture.
You were the five star general of sureness,
a crisp white tuxedo of a man.
I was fiddling with my worn coat pockets,
puffing false confidence ghosts in the cold January air.
My hands were shitty champagne flutes
brimming with cheap merlot.
I couldn't touch you without ruining you,
so I didn't touch you at all.
It's when you're on the brink of something
that you lose your balance.
You told me that once.
When I can't bring myself to say what I need to,
my heart plays Russian Roulette with my throat.
I swear I fired that night, but, nothing.
Someday, I'll show you the bullet I had for you,
after time has done the wash.
I'll take it out of the jar of missed opportunities.
We'll hold it up to the light.
You'll roll it around your mouth like a fallen tooth.
You won't forgive me exactly,
but we'll laugh about how small it is.
We'll wonder how such a little thing
could ever have meant so much.
***
So after a long afternoon of meetings, I ordered a Lyft to take me to this pharmacy somewhere on Queens Blvd, and when I got there, they told me they didn't have it. But, said the cashier, I see that they told you to come today, so please step down to that window to speak with the pharmacist. So I stepped down to the window and the pharmacist said, we don't have this brand, maybe there's one left at the CVS in Bayside? And I was like, I'm not going to Bayside for toothpaste, so she called the dentist's office and asked if the generic brand they had on hand - which apparently has the same exact ingredients - would suffice, and I guess they told her yes, because she sent me back to wait in the pick-up area for my name to be called. Which it was eventually, and I got my generic brand prescription toothpaste and it only cost $10 so I guess insurance covered the generic version at least. *hands*
After all that, I really hope it helps.
***
Here's today's poem:
All I Have To Say For Myself
by Mindy Nettifee
The last time you came to see me
there were anchors in your eyes,
hardback books in your posture.
You were the five star general of sureness,
a crisp white tuxedo of a man.
I was fiddling with my worn coat pockets,
puffing false confidence ghosts in the cold January air.
My hands were shitty champagne flutes
brimming with cheap merlot.
I couldn't touch you without ruining you,
so I didn't touch you at all.
It's when you're on the brink of something
that you lose your balance.
You told me that once.
When I can't bring myself to say what I need to,
my heart plays Russian Roulette with my throat.
I swear I fired that night, but, nothing.
Someday, I'll show you the bullet I had for you,
after time has done the wash.
I'll take it out of the jar of missed opportunities.
We'll hold it up to the light.
You'll roll it around your mouth like a fallen tooth.
You won't forgive me exactly,
but we'll laugh about how small it is.
We'll wonder how such a little thing
could ever have meant so much.
***
