12/03/2014
The buoy
isn’t the question – it’s an entire fucking language. And the salt in the water
doesn’t do much for thirst or for hunger. It is simply a sensory experience.
12/17/14
Whatever
fence it is, may I never be a story you tell.
12/18/14
Beware of
hungry love. Beware of easy confessions.
12/20/14
It’s not my
heart, is it? It’s my bowels. And eventually I’ll empty. Time will empty all
open wounds. I’ll bleed out and somehow fill it back up.
Because I
was wrong, you know how to reach me. I’ve left all of my emergency contacts at
home, in the bin.
12/21/14
From W.H.
Auden’s The More Loving One:
“…
Were all
stars to disappear or die,
I should
learn to look at an empty sky
…”
W.B. Yeats:
Never give all the heart
“Never give
all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all
his heart and lost.”
A.E.
Housman:
“He would
not stay for me, and who can wonder?
He would not
stay for me to stand and gaze.
I shook his
hand, and tore my heart in sunder,
And went
with half my life about my ways.”
12/21/2014
Oh have you lost and the
losing is convulsive and violent and unrelenting and turbulent. The waves are
sudden, nauseating, hateful.
12/23
“Anything I
do in my life I can do because you love me.”
12/24
I fell in love
with you today. As if sentence fragments were enough. And tomorrow, what is
gone is also gone.
12/28/2014
“We could
live in Hell together…”
12/29/2014
“Send him to
me again.”
12/30/2014
35
