tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717347.post5240425788857483057..comments2008-12-01T19:46:14.559-08:00Matthewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08599282463198543087noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717347.post-91910901513152538862008-12-01T19:46:00.000-08:002008-12-01T19:46:00.000-08:00i want to know what inspired this piece particularly.sphttp://www.thehappypill.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30717347.post-68747801143638674762008-11-29T23:27:00.000-08:002008-11-29T23:27:00.000-08:00When the sun yawns, Guinevere's childhood shadows run ahead of her, begging her,<BR/><BR/>keep up with the life we lead, child-bride!<BR/><BR/>She plays with them, and they throw dice for how many times she will say yes and no. <BR/><BR/>Then she sneaks back into bed, snuggling with the wall and the crack between it and the bed. She sleeps until the afternoon, when she smiles at early darkness and absorbs her shadows, which shiver in her stomach before evening's dinner with Arthur.yabuddyalexhttp://openid.aol.com/yabuddyalexnoreply@blogger.com