August’s poem

Samuel crawled into bed with Karin & me this morning. “I’m sick,” he told us.

He is, a little.

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Some child has squirreled away the thermos from which I drink my morning coffee.

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This month’s poem, by the Pet Shop Boys, is “You Only Tell Me You Love Me When You’re Drunk”:

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What a performance tonight
Should I react or turn off the light?
Looks like you’re picking a fight
in a blurring of wrong and right
But how your mood changes
You’re a devil, now an angel
Suddenly subtle and solemn and silent as a monk
You only tell me you love me when you’re drunk

It’s better than nothing, I suppose
some doors have opened, others closed
but I couldn’t see you exposed
to the horrors behind some of those
Somebody said: Listen
don’t you know what you’re missing?
You should be kissing him
instead of dissing him like a punk
But you only tell me you love me when you’re drunk
You only tell me you love me when you’re drunk

All of my friends keep asking me
Why, oh, why
do you not say goodbye?
If you don’t even try
you’ll be sunk
’cause you only tell me you love me when you’re drunk

What’s the meaning
when you speak with so much feeling?
Is it over when you’re sober?
Is it junk?
You only tell me you love me when you’re drunk
You only tell me you love me when you’re drunk
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This song is for Hermione and Ron.