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Daily Deviation
March 1, 2014
Vaguely heart-shaped by antonfrost
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Literature Text
. In another universe, who I am
gets dumped by a woman
who in another life
was Cleopatra.
Today I divine this by finding a small blackened potato
between my oven and counter,
vaguely heart-shaped, sprouting
pale arteries
of no use to me,
I think on an inexplicably dramatic
whim.
gets dumped by a woman
who in another life
was Cleopatra.
Today I divine this by finding a small blackened potato
between my oven and counter,
vaguely heart-shaped, sprouting
pale arteries
of no use to me,
I think on an inexplicably dramatic
whim.
Literature
Passing Ships
It was just like you to show up late. Honestly, it was just like you. It was the hottest day of the year so far and every green space was full of people trying to get their fix. Daylight junkies. When you live beneath grey clouds for most of your life it starts to take its toll and you take your highs where you can get them.
I was a bundle of nerves, as I always was when it came to you, picking at grass and trying to pretend that the fact you were late was totally cool. Instinct told me differently and I knew as soon as you graced me with your presence that things had changed. It was written all over your face - guilt, guilt, guilt - but I w
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Sonnet XXII
But give me leave to love in silence that
which I cannot possess— and give me such
inspired defiance of the urges at
my breast— and give me strength to never touch
my lips to hers, my soul to her soul— give
me heart and hale to weather every storm
that may unfold: But tell me how to live
without my hand in hers, its honest form—
and tell me how to wake each morn if not
to wake within her arms— and tell me how
I am to carry on, and how I ought
to act and speak and be, around her, now,
and ever: tell me, and I'll on my way
as still and quiet as the passing day.
Literature
Divorce
Before that day,
Sunday mornings had never occurred to me.
I must have slept through their every summons:
I never knew the time sensitive ritual of finding matching socks,
forcing “nice” shoes over misshapen toes,
the silent pact we would share with the warm cushions of the divan
waiting for Mother to ready us, memories that settle in the guts
like a madstone, which I could then pull out of my old cadaver
to save myself in the next life.
There were a few moments. Like that time, in the garage,
basking in Father’s sunrise sorcery as he fired his magic timing light
into the fluttering lungs of an engine, or when he let
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i love the idea of parallel universes.
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wonderfully-worded kookiness is what this is
congratulations on the DD, dear creature
congratulations on the DD, dear creature