The Journal of Margery Flowerdew
April 1, 1964
This morning my garden had turned to weeds,
where once my lilacs grew like reeds.
I took a second Joy at noon,
And once again my garden bloomed.
April 3, 1964
My poor sister, she loved her flowers so. If only she'd had Joy. But they developed it too late for her.
What was her girl's name again? Sandy? Sally? Oh goodness, what am I talking about, it's time for my Joy.
April 6, 1964
Did I have a sister? I must have written down a dream. Relieved my Joy is working. Been spotty lately.
April 10, 1964
The rain it raineth every day, '
It raineth every single fucking day.
April 12, 1964
A three-Joy afternoon, and a bit of a headache. The whole world smells like soup.
April 13, 1964
April 15, 1964
Never, never, never, never, never --
Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir.
Do you see this? Look on her. Look, her lips.
Look there, look there. O, O, O, O.
April 16, 1964
Rue for Mrs. Flowerdew. I remember remember remember. Their little faces in the garden. Oh God, I remember them all.