Tuesday Report, Poem

Today I: finalised a (small) grant application and sent it off; had continuing Out of Cucumber Errors over german "anrede" and gendered forms of address; had a nap; took clothes to the donation bin and bought coffee, which ended up being free because the barista fucked up and made me an approximation of a flat white (not a thing here) instead of a cap but I said I'd drink it anyway; did some work on my book proposal; listened to the Lafayette college lecture Shakespeare, Race and Queer Sexuality (part one).

I also took sfred's dinner idea from last week, and made baked potatoes with halloumi. In my case: cubed potatoes and sweet potato (par cook in microwave), with quartered onions, whole garlic cloves, and asparagus spears. Douse in olive oil with pepper and herbs. Add cubed halloumi. Bake. Nom.

BDE
Alison C. Rollins

God gave me a man
Who I, in turn, bodied
Had he lived, I would
Take myself more seriously.
Come what may I will
Get myself together,
I will whip myself into
The shape of a man
Who has put away
Childish things. I will
Take a woman as my toy
And pretend, in doing so,
I am highly favoured.

(For the record I'm just pulling up poems in the order I saved them, aside from occasionally typing out one from a hard copy - the Fryatt, for ex - so links between my particular day and the choice of poem occur at the point of posting.)