At night, by marriage:
Here is how I control my heart: I string each thought one behind the next, like beads.
I wear the answers I am waiting to give. The jewelry becomes heavy as soil.
My long blink is a scream & a yes. There are things I have to say, but they do not yet know the questions they must ask. & a blink is no word; if they misunderstand—
A heart is just soil. Ask anyone. A heartbeat is a blink. A long blink is a scream. A longer blink is sleep. All night I am screaming.
|2015-03-08||Night Fell||Florence Ripley Mastin|
|2015-03-06||A Kiss||David Tomas Martinez|
|2015-03-05||Guidebooks for the Dead||Cynthia Cruz|
|2015-03-04||The Resistance and Its Light||Pier Paolo Pasolini|
|2015-03-02||Autobiography of Eve||Ansel Elkins|
|2015-03-01||I Know My Soul||Claude McKay|
|2015-02-28||On the Grasshopper and Cricket||John Keats|
|2015-02-27||Watch the Film You Paid to See||Todd Colby|