- "All night I streched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone ''Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.'' Makes a cathedral, him pressing against me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars."
- I float too much to wander, like you, in the real world. I envy it but that’s the dealio—you’re a train and I’m a trainstation and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story."
- Because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.
- Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.
- "A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river/ but then he's still left/ with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away/ but then he's still left with his hands."
mar 27 2011 ∞
jul 11 2011 +