just found your account and wanted to tell you my only tattoo is a penny size orange because of wendy cope’s poem 🧡 thank you for loving oranges like i do!
always lovely to find a fellow wendy cope enjoyer :’) i have an orange tattoo as well!! i just read someone the poem because they asked about it today hehe
ever ever growing (scarf from mel, seashell from severn, heart from beth, many inherited from david, hook from keddy mill, lighter from joy, bone from lex, comb from whitefield, rug of tova’s)
first trip to boston and i saw the ocean and empty picture frames with the art stolen from them and the louisa may alcott house and the little duck statues and ate a bagel and am now covered in bug bites but eating dinner outside in the early evening was WORTH IT!
![[ID: the worst part of love is / that I remember it. / I walk around all day thinking: / I’m going to die in the universe you loved me in. / I get so jealous of euthanized dogs.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/4168ec8e6deb2e9c8d58244fabe4c5e0/e08cad805cb93b95-da/s500x750/a05624e883516f04ca2f1089a6ae0e087c29af7a.jpg)
![[JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE] by frank o’hara July is over and there’s very little trace of it, though the Bastille fell on its face— and August’s gotten orange, it will drop on the edge of the world like a worm-eaten sun. The trees are taking off their leaves. So the purity of the streets is coming, low, in white waves. In the summer I got good and sunburnt, winter, so I wouldn’t miss the wet brunt. of your storms. Then it was sand from the surf in my bathing trunks; now snow fills up my scarf.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/9b7c4c5cf93cacebea22d4ad3b8869f0/1b2be3475d8c4d5a-61/s500x750/e3bb11df27a46e6defe229784ce1773758b9e952.jpg)
