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Love and self

“[I must get over] the idea that the value of love rises as the self dwindles.” — Susan Sontag the strength of love is not at the expense of identity and self Advertisements

Two worlds

For sale signs written on car windows Instead of posted on the Internet Not our world 

A human woman

People have written odes, arias, even operas for me Thrown at my feet their bodies and souls in effort for my favor

A legacy

What will you make of me Once I am gone? Who will I be? What shall be my legacy?


I ache every time the sun sets I curl around the softness of my pillow It fails to be even slightly adequate a replacement For the softness of your body 


Geld me, clip my tail Slay me with a quick cuff behind my ear And a knife to the kidneys Remove me from your reality Most violently and completely Loose me from this mortal plane Leave no evidence of either my Departure or existence

This girl

I don’t know where she came from I blinked one day And there she was Devil on my shoulder Angel in a dress


Avoid the fantasizing that creates fissures in your heart, that allows false hope to slip in; take root; subjugate you to actions more false than foul, more ephemeral than concrete, more lost than found

The tiny hours

In the tiny hours that scour the faces of clocks between the twelves and the sixes I am lost to the silken ephemera

The first taste

The wafting scent Oak and smoke and peat Drifting up and drawing me in I can taste in the vapor The impending satisfaction The forthcoming soothing of all my troubles You’re like that first taste Anticipation nearly (but not quite) As good As the having

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

June 2018
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