I’ve not yet had a chance to continue working on The Girl Who Wasn’t There — today was not the day for me to be doing that, but then, it’s only 4:30 — there are still many hours left in the day.
But in the spirit of giving you something new to read every day (new for you, anyhow), here are a couple of timely poems:
i looked and saw you... you were crying, because you thought i was dead the leaves had fallen all around there was wine on your lips there was blood in the air. then i had to cry, or laugh, because i wasn’t dead... only dying...
a winter’s tale
genuinely fake leaves of Autumn fall swiftly onto my face, gently covering me, softly caressing my cool flesh. i don’t stop to brush them off of my face, as i lay, unaware, in a field just east of nowhere, and just south of everywhere, but instead, i lay cold. i don’t move. i feel nothing. (Horatio) i am dead. and it’s beginning to snow.