when you write us—
write yourself a lion,
bone mass of comparable size to muscle ratio,
write how even in starlight your eyes were effective.
write me a small vineyard,
orientation towards the sun,
write me silent, write me in the middle of living.
Helen Vitoria, born in Greece, raised in NYC, visited Paris six times, lived there for a year and believes Bassett Hounds come from a…
Read the full bioI’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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