I will be back on Thursday.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
this is nice
Crush
by Ada Limón
Maybe my limbs are made
mostly for decoration,
like the way I feel about
persimmons. You can’t
really eat them. Or you
wouldn’t want to. If you grab
the soft skin with your fist
it somehow feels funny,
like you’ve been here
before and uncomfortable,
too, like you’d rather
squish it between your teeth
impatiently, before spitting
the soft parts back up
to linger on the tongue like
burnt sugar or guilt.
For starters, it was all
an accident, you cut
the right branch
and a sort of light
woke up underneath,
and the inedible fruit
grew dark and needy.
Think crucial hanging.
Think crayon orange.
There is one low, leaning
heart-shaped globe left
and dearest, can you
tell, I am trying
to love you less.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
How to Make a Today (6/3)
Ingredients:
Mix equal parts. Boil for approx. 10 mins before letting it reduce to a thick syrup.
Serve over ice.
Makes one serving.
Mix equal parts. Boil for approx. 10 mins before letting it reduce to a thick syrup.
Serve over ice.
Makes one serving.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
back like latissimus dorsi
Summer's here and between river sittin' on logs, walkin' the dogs, drivin' in fog, and goin' to Prague there isn't really much on my mind except for the pressing urgency to update my blog.
Bitches!
Bitches!
ANIMALS
ANIMALS
by Frank O'hara
Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth
it's no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn't need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
I wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days
[1950]
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