a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?

The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.

This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow--
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.

Emily Dickinson
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Monday, December 07, 2009

I couldn't agree more (Pt.2)

http://blog.oup.com/2009/11/unfriend/

The New Oxford American Dictionary announces the 2009 word of the year: unfriend

and i couldn't agree more!
how f*ing hard is it to send an email
or even a f*ing text message that says
something like
"during this hard time (or) after these hard months (or whatever!)

i am thinking about you today.
with love, X"

would that be so f*ing hard
even for a new mom who had a friend whose baby died, to do?
especially for a new mom who shared her pregnancy with a friend whose baby ended up dying?
why has this been so f*ing hard for certain people
to have done in the last year?

"Misfortune shows those who are not really friends."
— Aristotle

i am not on facebook (wretch!) but UNfriend is indeed my word for 2009!

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