I'm a twenty-six year old 
Sitting in my brother’s room, I noticed my copy of collected poems by Federico Garcia Lorca lying on his floor. I picked it up and it opened to a poem called “The Spinster at Mass.”
It was like a special message from God himself, telling me, “Aha, woman. Get yourself a cat and a pint of ice cream.” Either that or God has an awesome sense of humor.
The Spinster at Mass
Beneath the Moses of the incense,
drowsing.
Bull eyes observe you.
Your rosary raining.
In that dress of silk so dense,
never stir, Virginia.
Give the black melons of your breasts
to the murmur of the mass.
I bet you might like this lovely lady who writes neat poetry and other stuff… http://mattheaharvey.info . i saw her in this mag called a public space and just read her book modern life. good stuff!
Someone who’s not very fond of me told me he envisions me as a wallflower with cats. I’m allergic to cats! If I’m going to be a spinster, I’m going to be a spinster with dogs.
I found another Stephanie Whited? I am Stephanie Michelle Whited. I’m from TX where are you from Stephanie Whited? God I never thought I’d be calling anyone by my name?!
Weird, right? I think there are a few of us. I was born in Kansas, lived mostly in Tennessee growing up (where I went to school with the hostess here), and now I live in Brooklyn.
We think Whited was shortened at some point from Whitehead, but really no idea. Your thoughts?
I love Hamlet, because he is soo right. =)
wow. haha. another Stephanie Whited here. Stephanie Carol Whited that is, from KY.