"What was that line you used to quote? Hope is the thing with feathers?"
"Emily Dickinson," I tell her.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all...
"Yeah," my friend says.
Her breath is another stream of fog in the air.
"Until things perk up, I am going to be reading a lot of Emily Dickinson."--dorothy allison
1 comment:
oooo i love this post. i hope you're doing good. i'll have to call you soon. i feel empty when we don't talk for a little bit and giddy when we finally do. at this rate i may have to come visit ship in the fall semester. <3
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