i frantically try to write something up
hoping it will count for a gift
of some sort
currently emersed in Mauss's Gift
makes me hate him for reducing it to an economic exchange
and the need to reciprocate
be obliged to return back
i know i am such a snob for even trying this out
but i think i will pass this one
for i know how much you love being one
and how much we enjoy being one together
it is the second one
this one
the first time around they told me you do not like to fuss about it
but of course, we do
and therefore we did
and this one
let's make a personal fuss over it
and think how wonderfully absurd this ritual is
i remember how birthdays were for me during my childhood
kite paper wrapped pre-determined set of gifts (sounds very anthropological)
home baked cake and cute little candles,
and friends around: expectant
i wonder how it was for you
did you celebrate one
but you must have
i hate this poem sort of thing
hahaha
i do not think i am pulling it off quite nicely
but i would like to think otherwise
if not for this horrid deadline looming around
love you
(abrupt display of affection)
well, i do not know what you can call this,
but happy birthday my dearest,
