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The 13th of Love was a dark and stormy day.

When we love, most of us love that way.

Humans are monsters

(They wash their hair too much, they smile without their eyes)

And I can barely stand

To say “I like you,” and hold one by the hand.

The enmity between the genders is such

That love doesn’t happen that much.

One gender hates and envies the other;

Hatred gets to purge itself in the lover

By that strange and furtive act:

Naked, hating, with a great deal of tact.

But as soon as the hate is purged away,

Hatred between them resumes the next day.

We were like this, remember?

We forgot our love by September.

Little acts of mistrust and doubt

Gradually pushed the affectionate feelings out.

But there were never affectionate feelings, anyway,

Except for one dark, stormy day.

Envy and hatred looked the other way

As we drank.

And then we ate on St. Valentine’s Day.






  1. noochinator said,

    February 14, 2020 at 1:42 pm

    I keep the words within me unspoken—
    Doubleplusgood, since I’m not fully #woke-n—
    Perhaps I should also keep them unwritten,
    But I doubt my fingers would obey my biddin’….

    Happy Valentine’s Day from the U.S. Dep’t of the Navy!

  2. thomasbrady said,

    February 15, 2020 at 12:49 pm

    Here’s something we can all enjoy:

  3. February 15, 2020 at 2:45 pm

    Here, Granny gets the best Valentine’s gift ever.

  4. thomasbrady said,

    February 16, 2020 at 2:10 pm

    The Grammy Water Balloon Trick. I love you.


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