You're Not Home, It's Probably Better



I am calling to wish you well. I am calling because I want to change something I said. A year ago you asked me three questions. I thought you were asking my birthday wishes and answered all wrong. If you remember (if I know you you'll pretend you don't) I answered:

1) No. I have always been homely.
2) Yes. I believe you have always been too lovely for anyone to bear.
3) Silk. It is not always expensive, and it is impossible to tear.


It's my birthday again and because I am cleverer I can answer you with more nerve. But because I am still me I am pitiless enough to have your number and to call you with this excuse to let you know I am still alive (I won't push it by telling you that I am wonderful).

1) Yes. Thank you.
2) No. I found a most repulsive photo.
3) Same. Though I don't think of you, still it's a near-perfect heat. And so dear when ruined.

     --Brenda Shaughnessy, Interior with Sudden Joy, copyright Brenda Shaughnessy 1999

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