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I just lived in Brooklyn, where everything was ordinary, and yet enticing and exciting and bewildering. The magic of childhood is the strangeness of childhood; the uniqueness that makes us see things that other people don’t see.
maurice sendak.
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Whatever fate may thrust at me. I’ll never be the same. I’ve had less fear of times to be. Since first I heard your name. I need to feel secure from harm. I will not keep you long. Please hold me tight within your arm. And dance me to my song.
dance me to my song, for heather rose, by frederick stahl.
variation on the word sleep;margaret atwood.
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
oh, and she’s always dressed in white. she’s like an angel, man, she burns my eyes.
i’d hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain.
day four of being in the jankpartment, day two of being fully moved in.
i’m settin’ here with my iron man tumbler of water and moose cup of fresh coffee. my view is the intersection of clifton and mcmillan. as creepy as this may be, the people watching is priceless. last night we experienced our first observation of the drunks making it home. b and i stood on the fire escape for a good forty five minutes just taking it in.
my life is encroaching on perect. rapidly rapidly encroaching. i’m realizing that my expectations aren’t always going to be reached, but things will be attained, in their own time, their own way.
it’s raining now. it’s beautiful. there was a glorious thunderstorm all last night.
let it rain, ohio. i could use a good wash.
