Fellows named Day who wear a belt


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Today a La Salle Academy graduate named Michael Day came to visit during Spün. It was quite exciting. I wrote a short poem (he gave me back the paper but I can't find it. It had something to do with love) and he read it aloud with great passion and sorrow. I also recited for him the two-sevenths of a sonnet I wrote about him. People who always wear the same belt tend to inspire me to write poetry, and Michael Day is one of them. He's also important in some way to the poetry union, didn't he co-found it a couple of years ago or something? "Co-found" is funny because it looks like "confound". Har har har.

I would write a story about the events that followed, but it would empty my heart much too much, but I will tell you its moral: Poetry solves everything.

I own a great number of belts. That is the way I like it. Not that I have anything against people who only own and wear one belt, but I could never possibly love them. Here is a list that includes some of the belts that I own.

1. A relatively normal thin black belt with diamond-, circle- and petal-shaped holes.
2. An even more relatively normal brown belt that I never wear.
3. A silver-painted pleated/woven leather belt .
4. A several-shades-of-gold-painted pleated/woven leather belt.
5. A short white belt with multicolored grommets that Laura would have gotten if it was longer.
6. A thick black belt with red plastic rhinestones and a heart-shaped buckle.

I'm pretty sure all of them have some sentimental value to me. If I were to put them in order of descreasing sentimental value the list would be ordered like so: 1, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2.