Now it costs to say I will survive, now when my words coat my clenched teeth with blood, now when I have been yanked off love like a diver whose hose is cut. I push against the dizzying onslaught of heavy dark water. Up or down? While the heart kicks like a strangled rabbit…
4 tygodnie temu
Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard unlocked, the wind roaring and whimpering in the rooms rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds that thwack like rubber bands in an open palm.…
4 tygodnie temu
Long ago on a night of danger and vigil a friend said, why are you happy? He explained (we lay together on a cold hard floor) what prison meant because he had done time, and I talked of the death of friends. Why are you happy then, he asked, close to angry.…
4 tygodnie temu