dylan thomas is my boyfriend

today in my lit class i thought about how if i was an english teacher i would allow a little time every day for students to read aloud any interesting bit of writing they've stumbled across that they'd like to share. of course, i only thought that because i'm always looking for excuses to show people how awesome dylan thomas is:

Come down into my arms, for I shan't sleep, girls asleep on all sides in the attics and spare rooms of the square, red houses with the bay windows looking out on the trees behind the railings. I know your rooms like the backs of my hands, like the backs of your heads in the pictures when you are leaning over onto the next-door shoulders. I shan't sleep again. Tomorrow, today, I am going away by the 7:15 train, with ten pounds and a new suitcase. Lay your curling-pins on my pillow, the alarm at six-thirty will hurry you back to draw the blinds and light the fires before the rest come down. Come down quickly, the Bennets' house is melting. I can hear you breathe, I can hear Mrs. Baxter turn in a dream. Oh, the milkmen are waking!



that was from 'adventures in the skin trade,' which the salem state library will have to pry from my cold dead hands.