To Edna St. Vincent Millay
Lois Anne on Edna St. Vincent Millay
Dear Vincent —
It’s 390° Fahrenheit and overcast—grey grey grey—yet bright enough for these sensitive eyes to need sunglasses, and snow is forecast for tomorrow—you know how Maine can be in autumn. It has been a while since I’ve written—no excuses, I know. But when I have cookies for breakfast [six gluten-free ginger cookies] like I did this morning you know what that means—it’s not a good sign. Protein that's what my body needs in the morning. Cookies that’s what my overstressed psyche wants. Craving sugar, the sweetness and comfort of carbs. To bliss out in an attempt to escape this horror show of chaos & injustice in our country. You were an advocate for women’s rights & an activist for justice. Can you believe it’s over seventy-five years since you died, and we’re still wearing out our shoes & our pens?!?!?! Over the same damned issues. You’re probably rolling in your grave. I hope you don’t get dizzy.
With love,
Lois
Lois Anne is an artist—poet & visual artist—who has maintained a studio in downtown Rockland since 1984.
