whelping day o' wonders

by angeliska on January 14, 2004

It took a few days to recover
from such an exceedingly marvelous party,
such an absurd excess of treats and tricksiness..
Now the house is quiet and empty
but for a few little sleepyheads,
strewn with streamers and bits
of brightly coloured confetti,
champagne poppers and south african golden coins filled with chocolate..
I was woken to a sumptuous breakfast in bed
and showered with unimaginable gifts from me beloveds.
Did I just write that?
The next time I’m in a dreary mood, I need to remember to refer back to this-
to remind myself how goddamn lucky I am. But really.
Birthdays so perfect are only meant to happen to
the little girls in fluffy dresses in films with horses in them.
Isn’t that so?
I suppose not.
Anyhow, yes, positively showered with sweetness by the all the lovelies present-
and my heart is officially a melted pool of plum ice cream.
With those little candy metal pearls on top.
My land is full of delights- Saint Dymphna in her bloody cradle
with stargazer lilies and green roses and chrysanthemums..
Seahorses with petals for wings and rhinestone eyes.
Here’s some visual documentation as evidence:
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The candy skull cake had black sugar eyes.
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Freiherr von der Goltz presented me with this charming book,
which is apparently about warmongering pigeons.
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This is the liminal lemon, otherwise known as “Cthulu Citrus from The Depths”.
I don’t know what it is exactly. It was on my breakfast tray,
and smelled lemony but looked like a squid.
We played with it until a tentacle broke off
and then it started to mold and decompose at a rapid pace.
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These are my leetle dears. They need new names..
My employers calls all of his “Lyle and Erik”,
I think after those rich parricides. They eat baby bees only.
I may perish from all the cuteness.
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Oh lord. Just go ahead and shoot me now so I can die happy like this.
It’s been a rough and strange year- but if this is
any indication of the time to come, then I have a notion
that it will be something to behold indeed..
A multitude of thanks and tendernesses to all
who made my heyday so ridiculously great.

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