“When I saw you I fell in love and you smiled because you knew.”
—William Shakespeare
March 2012
11 posts
“I wish you’d hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don’t have a choice but I still choose you” —“Poison & Wine,” The Civil Wars
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don’t have a choice but I still choose you” —“Poison & Wine,” The Civil Wars
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How did you fall?
I was wearing a blue pinafore.
Which was the sky.
No: which was not the sky.
Never mind.
Say: I was walking alone.
What did you think when you saw the key?
I loved the key.
How small did you become?
First: thimble, little bucket: fine.
Then: smaller.
Then: palpitation.
Then: swept away.
Then: good for nothing.
How large?
Beyond keeping,
my teeth—too much—
my hair to brush—
my arm ached.
Why did you come back up?
I tumbled up.
I grew dull.
What will you be now?
Correct, adequate, against my will.
Do you have any advice for other girls?
I suppose.
“I’d studied the map, knew the route by heart. I wanted to see all these towns in the rearview, feel them as beats in a rhythm of places passed by, a rhythm as steady and soothing as tires thrumming over pavement joints.”
—“Vikings” Doug Dorst
“the world’s got me dizzy again, you’d think after twenty-two years I’d be used to the spin.
it only feels worse to stay in one place, so I’m always pacing around or walking away.” —“Land Locked Blues,” Bright Eyes
it only feels worse to stay in one place, so I’m always pacing around or walking away.” —“Land Locked Blues,” Bright Eyes
