I had to make up all the words myself. The way
they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed
through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled
around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made
this place for you. A place for you to love me.
If this isn't the kingdom then I don't know what is.
So how would you catalog it ? Dawn in the fields ?
Snow and dirty rain ? Light brought in in buckets ?
I was trying to describe the kingdom, but the letters
kept smudging as I wrote them : the hunter's heart,
the hunter's mouth, the trees and trees and the
space between the trees, swimming in gold. The words
frozen. The creatures frozen. The plum sauce
leaking out of the bag. Explaining will get us nowhere.
I was away, I don't know where, lying on the floor,
pretending I was dead. I wanted to hurt you
but the victory is that I could not stomach it. We have
swallowed him up, they said. It's beautiful, it really is.
I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
cube ... We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart ? And you said Kiss me. Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
 

 

Richard Siken : Crush : (part of) Snow and Dirty Rain

"Today, after being diagnosed with cat allergies, I explained to my cat-loving boyfriend that the doctor strongly recommended not allowing the cat in the bedroom. At 1:30 am my boyfriend got out of the bed to go sleep in the spare room because: "the cat is sad." FML."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Vienna Teng : City Hall

"my baby's lookin' so damn pretty
with those anxious eyes
and rain-speckled hair
with my ring to wear"

:)

I hope you remember : Pain itself cannot sustain your temporary satisfaction.