Happy Valentines Day!
The Dickinsibs resolve their conflict, Austin outs himself as a draft dodger, Mrs. Dickinson hops out of bed to sweep, and Emily reads out loud.
Oh, and I guess she f*cks too.
Meanwhile, Ben and Kyle discuss the inevitable struggles of parenting, horny Shakespeare, and their thoughts on Taylor Swift.
These are the days when Birds come back –
A very few – a Bird or two,
To take a final look –
These are the days when skies resume
The old – old sophistries of June –
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And swiftly thro' the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf –
Oh Sacrament of summer days!
Oh last Communion in the Haze –
Permit a Child to join –
Thy sacred emblems to partake –
Thy consecrated bread to take –
And thine immortal wine –
All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this—
Syllables of Velvet—
Sentences of Plush,
Depths of Ruby, undrained,
Hid, Lip, for Thee—
Play it were a Humming Bird—
And just sipped—me—
