Ode to Joyce

Dear Mr. Joyce
I'm so dismayed
And so relieved
That you died before
I was born.
I know
you'll understand that
If I had seen your face
but once,
or heard you sing,
I would have sought you out
And charmed you
And made you love me.
Nora?
Nora who?
You would have said
And off we'd go
On the boat
And the train
To Zurich,
While Nora
Emptied bedpans
Changed sheets
And flirted with-
Slept with
Other men.
We,
You and I,
Would have been
Perfect for each other.
I would have
Calmed your fears,
Assuaged your insecurities,
Fulfilled your desires,
So much so
That all your pain
And doubts and torment
And regrets
Would have faded away.
And you would have felt
No need or desire
To write Ulysses
So you can see,
James-
Dear,
Why I am relieved
And sad
We never met.
Love,

Kelly

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Saturday we head to Boise for the summer.
Lots to do to prepare including getting the
house here in some sort of order for when
my son and his sweetheart come here in
July.

Too busy to blog much, but I did get my
assignment done for my unravelling class:
This week we have to photograph our faces.

Here's mine: