i sleep with them so they tell me stories.– ana
In the Astor Library in New York, sometime during 1855, Whitman came across a huge compendium of etchings of Egyptian hieroglyphs and tomb carvings that had been published fifteen years previously by an Italian archaeologist. One of these etchings shows a version of the resurrection of the dead Osiris. A libation is being poured over Osiris’ coffin, out of which grows twenty-eight stalks of...
the most beautiful woman in here…anywhere, man, the most beautiful woman in the...– over her(d)
Ocean by Mary Oliver
I am in love with Ocean lifting her thousands of white hats in the chop of the storm, or lying smooth and blue, the loveliest bed in the world. In the personal life, there is always grief more than enough, a heart-load for each of us on the dusty road. I suppose there is a reason for this, so I will be patient, acquiescent. But I will live nowhere except here, by Ocean, trusting equally in all...
one track trick
a course she wanders if he thinks of her wonders how wonders if he sees her in shadow or light if he would know her from can of paint wonders if next woman better at everything wonders when she will stop feeling less than everything wonders off course of course alone burning light at all ends wanders off course —
sheba i coo
he butterflies me open wa trembling i come wings dew crash his tongue —