February 2012
Bulldoze the bed where we made love
bulldoze the goddamn room.
let rubble be...
– Heather McHugh; Earthmoving Malediction
We all just want someone to be mad at.
– Daniel Fernandez
Conversational Lacking.
This post is weird for me to write, because aside from prose and poetry, I haven’t really just spilled my thoughts as is without editing in a while.
Do you ever have that one person in your life that you can’t stop talking to? As in, nothing is ever viewed as “too lame” or “too dumb”, etc. and you never run out of things to say.
And then that person leaves...
I have never been this content with not having...
Shiet.
But who could count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton...
– Theodore Roethke; I Knew a Woman