girl in tight place needs sleeves made of tights

first of all:

it's spring so

yay!

like edna st. vincent millay says:

april
comes in like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

or

like gerard manley hopkins says:

what is all this juice 
and all this joy?

& tonight

i'm reading a poem about spring

with the byu chamber orchestra

& i say:

bury me 

in the stream

of your e, spring.

*

i needed a sleeve for my dress

tonight & i remembered

my friend andi's

sleeves made of tights.

(andi's a genius

& never wears anything

straight off the rack--it's always

tweaked or belted

or de-sleeved or re-sleeved

or lengthened or shortened.

girl has vision.)

so i found this

totally precious

youtube of a canadian

goth mom

making sleeves for

"under your corset, or dress

or whatever."

it's pure

genius, pure juice and joy,

and idiotic blooming

and bursting &

busting out of winter.

(i mean, she's

completely deadpan,

but i know  the bubbling

spring is in there somewhere.)


*i'm thinking of julie today as she says farewell to her father. what a hard day.  i hope it's also beautiful for her.  love to you and your family, julie.