i used to weave crowns...

i used to weave crowns
of stars only the most dazzling
no bespangled hands could restitch the rents in me
when your voice has gone

the first line/title is a fragment of sappho's poetry. the rest is mine, in a humble imiatation of her style. she's rather amazing, so if you can get your hands on a copy of 'if not, winter', annne carson's translation of sappho's works, do so.

created from a photo i took of my purse in the redlands mall ages ago, a comet from a stock photo, and a picture i took of myself earlier tonight to show my friend les my new hairstyle. i played around with it for a little while in photoshop, and this is the result. i kinda like it.