happy valentine's day.
i've been reading anne sexton's poems lately. funny how "sex" is right in her name.
but she's very not-subtly subtle about the whole thing. her metaphors make me laugh and soften at the same time.
today is also a day for e.e. cummings, i do think, and brand-new cars and springtime and hips and things.
i'm going to write.
but. i have to go to lunch with my family and figure out the giver of a mysterious valentine, so.