May 2012
“I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.”
– Pablo Neruda, from “Every Day You Play”, in Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, trans. W.S. Merwin
1 tag
People disgust me. First, they’ll appear to be kind, sweet, and mysterious. and suddenly when things don’t go their way, they’ll show their true colors, dark colors, trying to get what they want.
For a while, I’d find myself whining at night that my friends have changed but I realize now that they have stayed the same and I have changed. While they cling to some made up...
“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value;...”
– C.S. Lewis
How I am
When I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings
of a flying plane. I cannot be trusted to tell them how I am. Or if I am falling to earth weighing less
than a dozen roses. Sometimes I dream they have broken up
with their lovers and are carrying food to my house. When I open the mailbox I hear their voices
like the long upward-winding curve of a train whistle
passing through...
1 tag
1 tag
Waiting at the bus stop last night, a homeless guy (I assumed..) stared at me cross eyed. And he goes, “Your blue suede shoes really match your black bow tie!” I said thanks and all and added, “They made us all buy all black shoes for our uniform. I didn’t have any so I got these at walmart.” and he told me I talked to him like he was dumb. “It’s...
“I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.”
– Michelle Williams
2 tags
1 tag
1 tag
2 tags
