March 2011
63 posts
we persuade bones from flesh and stare
hateful
at the negative space we know
is the only space for
us
the loving perception that
all of the teeth
will stay in your head
I did not grow up
I still wake up
scared
to rainstorms and
think the world is
ending
- I'm Chicago-bound this afternoon. Any recommendations on places I really need to go or things I should try and do? (I am currently mourning the one restaurant I knew there--RIP Earwax Cafe--so veggie-friendly food places are especially welcome.)
and
her two hands wrapped
protectively around that glass of
wine
empty space between fingers
mimicking
empty space between
ribs