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.