Poetry month, et al

I am alive and in Connecticut. matociquala's cat (of Cat vs. Monkey fame) has blessed me with her malodorousness. Truly I am honored among mortals.

"Salt" have actually given me an in. Turns out I had the wrong fishboy. And because nothing puts me in the fishsex mood like Millay, have a poem.

(  LOW-TIDE - Edna St. Vincent Millay )

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Benefit Street has too many yellow houses, is all I'm saying. :P