Should I get married? Should I be good? Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustus hood? Don’t take her to movies but to cemeteries tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries and she going just so far and I understanding why not getting angry saying You must feel! It’s beautiful to feel! Instead...
I thought you would die today. A scalpel stripped warm steer flesh Outside the kitchen window Hooves suspended off the grass— Your chest neither rose nor fell And Death waited on the couch Jealousy in the corner Of her mouth. The radio Sang scratchy, “What’ll I Do.” I thought you would die today. But you said, “Thank you,” half eyed When I told black legs, “I love you.”
I am five, Wading out into deep Sunny grass, Unmindful of snakes & yellowjackets, out To the yellow flowers Quivering in sluggish heat. Don’t mess with me ‘Cause I have my Lone Ranger Six-shooter. I can hurt You with questions Like silver bullets. The tall flowers in my dreams are Big as the First State Bank, & they eat all the people Except the ones I love. They have...
Little Resi Noth. . .
Chapter nineteen from Kurt Vonnegut’s Mother Night. I went into the music room of Werner Noth’s emptying house and found little Resi and her dog. Little Resi was ten years old then. She was curled in a wing-chair by a window. Her view was not of the ruins of Berlin but of the walled orchard, of the snowy lace that the treetops made. There was no heat in the house. Resi was bundled up in...
Hazel Bee Cards →
I found these in London, and absolutely love them. They are my sit-and-read when I feel like shit.
I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry,...– Dean, Blue Valentine
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means...– J.M. Barrie
Stolen playlist. August 10, 2011
Stolen playlist. I haven’t heard many of these songs before, but I like ‘em.
You Are Welcome Here: A Letter to My Daughter →
lieslieslies: Some days I fear I will never meet you. Some days I fear that you will never exist and that time, shhh, long ago, was the last chance. But other days I break apart completely thinking about your skin and if you’d smile with your eyes or with your entire face. I just wanted to tell you some…