We're four boys in corduroys // We're not terrific but we're competent

Sometimes I really like this poem. Sometimes I really don't.

You Fit Into Me - Margaret Atwood

You fit into me
Like a hook into an eye.

A fish hook
an open eye.



Right now, I can't decide but it makes me want to reread The Handmaid's Tale, and also this.

Post apocalyptic Margaret Atwood? I think I will.


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"In the Spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt."
Margaret Atwood