January 2011
14 posts
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...”
– Neil Gaiman (via delawareareyou)
December 2010
20 posts
“When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting...”
– Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via holdonmagnolia)
“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like...”
– Buddy Wakefield (via handgrenade2)
“you politely ask me not to die and i promise not to
right from the...”
– Robert Hershon, Superbly Situated (via holdonmagnolia)
“Here’s my head, in a dank corner of the yard.
I lied it off and so off it...”
– Cate Marvin, Lying My Head Off (via holdonmagnolia)
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Survival Poem #17
because this is what you do. get up. blame the liquor for the heaviness. call in late to work. go to the couch because the bed is too empty. watch people scream about love on Jerry Springer. count the ways it could be worse. it could be last week when the missing got so big you wrote him a letter and sent it. it could be yesterday, no work to go to, whole day looming. it could be last month or the...
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Miniature Bridges, Your Mouth
What we do in the dark has no hands. no crossover effect, no good-bye kiss after the alarm. what we carry in, we carry out, end of story. this doesn’t even want to be love. except in minutes when your face has the shape of my palm and I think lungful. let want out with the cat. returns and returns, something dutiful. persistent. hold your breath, let it build, let go. this is practice. I’m losing...
