Dreams Inside the Glass Case
As I heal, leisure falls around me like a dawn-gray glove.
My nails grow long and indolent...
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As I heal, leisure falls around me like a dawn-gray glove.
My nails grow long and indolent...
It is (you, I want) a mystery you maintain
distraction or eccentricities (to suffer) an ass...
Via Lisa Marie Basile
Never. Never. Not my real wife.
She’s my real witch, my fork, my mare,
my mother of tears, my skirtful of hell…
—Anne Sexton, “The Interrogation of the Man of Many Hea...
Sometimes folks will ask me, How did you get here? and whatever they mean, career or location or otherwise, and ...
Via Lisa Marie Basile, Bran Castle
pray ; wish wolfish ...