Well helloAll I want to do is leap and bound and
click my heels together threeatatime! I bet I could control the cuter wildlife if I stepped out into my fresh cut lawn. Bluebird and cardinals and redbreasts and puffball rabbits and doe-eyed does and even white oaks and black walnuts would swing down and give me high fives and sing songs about how well I am and lying in a twin-sized bed curled around your leg all I can do is think 'Hell yes!' and try to hold on to the little warm center that sits in the space between us. Monumentdo not break waves and
blame it on the hard pink coral. the unripples all come from the lonely drop of your palm. the made-stagnant water will be displeased whatever the cause, but the most the tide can do is lap against your skin, so stand in the tide and admit, "alright goddamnit it was me" and let your ankles enjoy the sleeping giant. |
Sunday After ChurchMy father was
a serious man, a small-town minister. I wanted cities. But when I was a teenager, he played Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony for me on his aging record player, which sat in the living room of his parsonage. All my youthful angst - slamming doors in the faces of family - seemed so much less important than the sweet and angry eloquence of an allegretto. |
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