Dearest madam,
It’s March already and the fire danger is high—dead growth, old winter, dry wind and etc. So tomorrow I’ll marry you. With water we can ease the shock of transplant. Sunflowers and nightshade for you, if you wish, radishes. We’ll thin our lives to their strongest points. Good things will swing toward us broad-hipped as cellos. The long evenings will crumple in our four fists like receipts for small purchases. - E Oh, hello there, I sorrowed much to hear of your vast affection. Physicians say there is no known cure. Except maybe the old wives’ remedy: salt on your heels, red cabbage in your armpit (left or right), 30 years between the walls of your father’s house, eating red beans, reading only reviews of new appliances by a narrow crack of light. - P BB Wolf:
Since you're gone I've been writing to you more, and it is now obvious that we don't actually talk about anything when we are together. and I have never been able to admit it but your looks do bother me. You have big teeth and freaky eyes. And a big nose. I can't really think when I am around you. I feel like you're going to eat me. You'd be popular among Twilight fans. How is Alice doing? God. I can't believe you're doing Alice. She's half as tall as you. Just now there was a giant thunder clap and it made me think of you. Some people might say it's romantic but you should know that the only thing it means is that I blanch when you enter the room. So, good thing you're not here. My garden is doing moderately well. Last week my flowers were not so hot because I forgot to water them. And then my virtual garden pretty much died because I accidentally hit erase. Ok, well, talk to you later I guess. Little Red. c.,
i’m writing this while leaning against a streetlight, looking like a lost cat poster. i’ve been here a long time. there are prizes from the machine in my pocket. you’re probably pissed. join the crowd waiting for me in the parking lot. dirt like me has no choice but to give you everything should you find your roots buried. when someone grabs a pizza, everyone picks off what they don’t want. but no one can grab some toxin out of the ground and feed it to a dog with his fingers. you are covered by dirt. i wouldn’t necessarily call that holding. i am going to step back from the picture. or the water. and look down. a. |