I give less and less of a fuck everyday.
I’m in like, negative fucks territory at this point.
petits morceaux
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Nineteen Boys.
1 He helped me find a vendor in Chinatown who sold tiny metal school buses. It didn’t occur to me to be in love with him until, one night as we …
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Malcolm Liepke
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"If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need."
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Song For A Lady
On the day of breasts and small hips
the window pocked with bad rain,
rain coming on like a minister,
we coupled, so sane and insane.
We lay like spoons while the sinister
rain dropped like flies on our lips
and our glad eyes and our small hips.
“The room is so cold with rain” you said
and you, feminine you, with your flower
said novenas to my ankles and elbows
You are a national product and power.
Oh my swan, my drudge, my dear wooly rose,
even a notary would notarize our bed
as you knead me and I rise like bread.
Anne Sexton (1969)
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Rachel Lattimore - Lady Egg, 2011 Collages: Cut + Paste
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(The Floating Poem, Unnumbered)
Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine- tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face has come and come-
the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there-
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth-
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers reaching where I had
been waiting years for you
in my rose-wet cave- whatever happens, this is.
-Adrienne Rich (1978)
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Love Me or Leave Me
Nina Simone all day.
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"That’s what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn’t worry — poetry is still first. Cigarettes and alcohol follow."
Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters
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Obsessed
Bought a tomato plant and four pepper plants today as well as red pepper, basil, wheat grass, chives, and cilantro seeds.
Besides those, also growing lemon thyme, lavender, sage, rosemary, parsley, tarragon, and some flowers (daisies, black-eyed susans, and bachelor buttons)
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