Monday, January 26, 2009

you shoulda seen it, Betty, it was magic

Last night I wrote a poem about a friend who died 10 years ago, on March 15th. His birthday is Valentine's Day. I always think of him a little more when cupids are pasted onto restaurant walls, when candy in love-shaped boxes invade the shelves at Rite Aid.

You know what would be a cool thing to do today? Find a new thing to love.