Tuesday, May 06, 2008

RECENTLY ARRIVED

Still life with Suzanne Somers

After years of coveting my friends' copies, I finally purchased Suzanne Somers' first volume of poetry, Touch Me. It was 76 cents on eBay, people. And in brilliant shape, except for a bit of cyan around the edges (a picturesque bit of aging, recently explained). No rips, no tears: only priceless literary gems like this:


Touch me
  Gently
    For I am fragile
  Firmly
    For I am strong
  Often
    For I am alone.

Touch me
  Not like a cat
  Or a tree
  Or even a flower
For I am more than all of these
Yet akin to them: a woman.

Touch me
  For I was made to be touched.
I can never be touched enough

--from the title selection of Touch Me


Oh yes, bitches. There's more where that came from.

8:22 AM
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