the photo

I changed the photo in my bathroom and now Marguerite Yourcenar is staring down at me saying, what the hell are you doing with your life. Go write something this very moment. She looks all strong and beautiful when she says this but I know she is going to kick my ass.

She replaced Edna St. Vincent Millay, who just simply told me I looked pretty every morning and asked me if I wanted an apple.

I miss Edna.