Lady/Faiteur Sonnets awhile ago [june 30th] I was talking to my [now boy]friend Dan about how atheists have a lower divorce rate than Christians [its true, I'll send you the stats if you ask] which weirdly led into a discussion about weddings. Not marrige, weddings. We agreed that having a wedding in the rain, despite Alanis Morisette's claim to the contrary, would be cool. So after I got offline and down in my room and opened up my e.e. cummings book to try and get some sleep I started thinking about where I'd go on my honeymoon [you know, weddings, honeymoon, kinda go together, right?] and I decided maybe Paris, NOT because everyone and their brother's veteranarian's rabbi [i so stole that from a cumberland farms commercial]  goes to Paris, because Europe is actually kinda dirty, what with their showers being weird and everything, but because e.e. cummings spent lots of time in Paris, and I really have a certifiable obsession with e.e. cummings. And then I started wondering if my future husband, whoever and wherever he is, would get irritated at my obsession with e.e. cummings. And then I thought of the line "must I love you always in his shadow?" and then of course I had to get up and write the poem, and The Lady and The Faiteur [greek for maker, e.e.c.s word for poet] were born. I like having two people who can talk to eachother using either what I'm thinking, or what I'm feeling. Often they contradict eachother, but that's ok. It doesn't matter because they're my imaginary people, and I contradict myself as often as 87 times an hour, so its all good. Sometimes The Lady is me, and sometimes she isn't. I guess its up to you to decide. I hope you like them, anyways.