You Fit Into Me
you fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye
4 tygodnie temu
The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart
I do not mean the symbol of love, a candy shape to decorate cakes with, the heart that is supposed to belong or break; I mean this lump of muscle that contracts like a flayed biceps, purple-blue, with its skin of suet, its skin of gristle, this isolate,…
4 tygodnie temu
The Moment
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, knowing at last how you got there, and say, I own this,…
4 tygodnie temu
Up
You wake up filled with dread. There seems no reason for it. Morning light sifts through the window, there is birdsong, you can’t get out of bed.…
4 tygodnie temu
Habitation
Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, the edge of the desert the unpainted stairs at the back where we squat outside, eating popcorn where painfully and with wonder at having survived even this far…
4 tygodnie temu
We are hard
i We are hard on each other and call it honesty, choosing our jagged truths with care and aiming them across the neutral table. The things we say are true; it is our crooked aim, our choices turn them criminal. ii…
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Variation on the Word Sleep
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head…
4 tygodnie temu
I Was Reading a Scientific Article
They have photographed the brain and here is the picture, it is full of branches as I always suspected, each time you arrive the electricity of seeing you is a huge tree lumbering through my skull, the roots waving.…
4 tygodnie temu
Flying Inside Your Own Body
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones, empty themselves and become hollow. When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon and your heart is too light & too huge, beating with pure joy, with pure helium. The sun’s white winds blow through you,…
4 tygodnie temu
You Begin
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, that is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost the shape of an eye. This is your mouth, this is an O or a moon, whichever you like. This is yellow.…
4 tygodnie temu
Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing
The world is full of women who’d tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. Quit dancing. Get some self-respect and a day job. Right. And minimum wage, and varicose veins, just standing in one place for eight hours behind a glass counter…
4 tygodnie temu
Postcard
I’m thinking of you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is the pink sand. What we have are the usual fractured coke bottles and the smell of backed-up drains, too sweet, like a mango on the verge of rot, which we have also.…
4 tygodnie temu