— 14 lines of love letters or suicide notes; by doc luben

    • [how can something be there, and then not be there?] [how do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?]

— this be the verse; by philip larkin

    • [they fuck you up, your mum and dad] [they may not mean to, but they do] [they fill you with the faults they had] [and add some extra, just for you]
    • [get out as early as you can] [and don't have any kids yourself]

— harlem; by langston hughes

    • [what happens to the dream deferred?] [... maybe it just sags like a heavy load] [or does it explode?]

— funeral blues; by w.h auden

    • [he was my north, my south, my east and west] [my working week and my sunday rest] [my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song] [i thought that love would last forever: i was wrong]
    • [the stars are not wanted now: put out every one] [pack up the moon and dismantle the sun] [pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood] [for nothing now can ever come to any good]

— self-portrait against a red wallpaper; by richard siken

    • [i clawed my way into the light] [but the light is just as scary]
    • [i hope it's love] [i'm trying really hard to make it love]

— tired; by langston hughes

    • [i am so tired of waiting] [aren't you? for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?]

— snow and dirty rain; by richard siken

    • [moonlight making crosses on your body] [and me putting my mouth on every one] [we have been very brave] [we have wanted to know the worst]
    • [i made this place for you] [a place for you to love me] [if this isn't a kingdom then i don't know what is]
    • [here i am leaving you clues] [i am singing now while rome burns]

— for m; by mikko harvey

    • [the number of hours we have together is not so large] [please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving] [please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it]
    • [i want to hold onto everything] [and the world wants to take it away]
    • [like you never really know what's what when it comes to this planet]

— the glass essay; by anne carson

    • [why hold on to all that?] [and i said where can i put it all down?]

— morning; frank o' hara

    • [when you are the only passenger] [if there is a further place than me] [i beg you do not go]
may 28 2020 ∞
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