Catullus 16

 sovay  has an entertaining post about the uselessness of all existing translations of Catullus 16- in which our poet waxes righteous upon the asses of a couple of his critics. Obviously a number of us felt bound to rise to the challenge.

Here's my version. I'm putting it behind a cut because, well, you know... language

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At Keith And Ruth's

We were at Keith and Ruth's yesterday afternoon. I spent a  lot of time watching the oogly-booglies in the aquarium. They have a conch that wears its stomach on the outside and a sea hare that looks like a slug pretending to be a coral. 

Ailz was back there today for a girly lunch. We're rarely apart these days and it felt odd being in the house alone- as if I only fully exist when she's observing me.