poem of the week: lethe

I am a bad person. I was obessing over finding a new poem all last week, and when the time came it completely slipped my mind. I went to the library yesterday and got meself several books of poetry, including an Edna St. Vincent Millay Collected Poems. It's a really old, worn book, bound with blue-grey cloth, and just looking at it makes me feel romantic. ^-^

(In other, almost-related news, I dissected a perch by the name of Fabio yesterday. His brains looked like corn. At least I wasn't the one who pulled them out through the fish's eye socket. Although I was scraping through his skull with a scalpel trying to get at said brains, so I suppose I can't be counted much less morbid. I also ripped his head off. That was an accidently. Mostly.)

( only the sorry cost of the lovely thing )