Apologies to Elizabeth Bishop
My mother’s voice: “bring a watch, lose the keys;
love isn't a door, but something too hard to master.”
I have lied next to rivers, filled with the lovely art of disaster.
posted by alexandra @ 3:23 a.m.
insolent hymns
My mother’s voice: “bring a watch, lose the keys;
love isn't a door, but something too hard to master.”
I have lied next to rivers, filled with the lovely art of disaster.
posted by alexandra @ 3:23 a.m.
1 Comments:
At 11:54 a.m.,
Anonymous said…
How am I the first to comment?
Lovely stuff, as usual.
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