It's hard to resist the urge to invent units of measure for each passing year.
My 26th year, in accomplishments: I sold two books, I had a chapbook published, I taught over one hundred and fifty kids, and I got straight A's. Can I get my ears pierced now?*
In books: I discovered Bluets by Maggie Nelson, To the Lighthouse, and Eula Biss.
In bad news: I went to two funerals, I was dumped three times, I had the worst major depressive episode I've had in years, and I wrote approximately 0 new poems.**
In blessings: I was surrounded by wonderful friends who are patient and forgiving with me, I moved in with my boyfriend, and I got to spend a week in Santa Fe.
* In third grade, my BFF Kate was promised she could get her ears pierced when she got straight A's. I had to wait until eighth grade. "But I always get straight A's and I never get anything!" I said to my parents, crying hysterically. They caved.
** Not including collaborations with Rob MacDonald, who keeps me from feeling irrelevant.
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6 comments:
You managed to get dumped three times in a year, then meet someone and move in together? Dang lady, you've got an active love life. Color me IMPRESSED.
Also, happy birthday you tiny badass.
Thanks, Elisa. I moved in with one of the people who dumped me, after he became a new person. Happy endings!
Oh! Very happy. Congrats!
Happy Birthday!!
Preordering your book now.
No other new poems?!?! I'm honored and crushed all at once. Considering your publishing success, I think you may get a free pass for this year, though.
Hope the birthday is a good one.
I know you never believe me, but what you write in your blog is only a hair's breadth away from beautiful poetry. I actually feel it is poetry, but you say No, poetry is carefully crafted, well, I don't think you are ever anything but that. When you write, that's what you are writing. I bet a few people above would agree and maybe we can politely shout you down on this.
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