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private parts
Dec. 20th, 2011 | 04:57 am
Friend's Only
(mostly)
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good morning
Sep. 11th, 2009 | 07:56 am
music: knives out - radiohead
I haven't fallen asleep yet.
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Angels and Moths - Olena Kalytiak Davis
Mar. 1st, 2009 | 06:01 pm
If a man once loved you,
he's turned you into a moth.
That's how he'll remember
the flutter: that numinous,
that beating, that winged.
Angels and moths:
that's who men love.
But I don't recollect like that.
I don't think I ever loved
that gently. And I've never
flown toward a burning
house, hoping, maybe
my faith lay in that
single thing left,
in that smoldering filigree.
I never reminisce
a sorrow that delicately shaped.
But sometimes I feel someone remembering
me that way: translucent,
crazy, awake only at night.
He's regretting his fingertips
were not wide or soft enough.
He's mourning me now.
He's imaging me eating away
at someone else's light.
And that's perfect.
That's exactly how
he always wanted to love
me. My wings, my hair-like antennae
hanging;
my frenulum
between his forefinger
and his thumb.
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little one
Nov. 29th, 2008 | 04:09 am
music: Elliott Smith - Little One
I love the sleepy and sweet delirium of this song. Thank you Elliott Smith.
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Colleen loves the french
Oct. 28th, 2008 | 05:59 pm
music: Charlotte Gainsbourg - Operation
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Fond Farewell
Jul. 28th, 2008 | 01:42 am
Happy Birthday, Jesse. You would've been eighteen today.
"I'm never going to know you now but I'm going to love you anyhow."
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Her Lips Are Copper Wire by Jean Toomer
Feb. 6th, 2008 | 09:19 pm
whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
and let your breath be moist against me
like bright beads on yellow globes
telephone the power-house
that the main wires are insulate
(her words play softly up and down
dewy corridors of billboards)
then with your tongue remove the tape
and press your lips to mine
till they are incandescent
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"just count backwords from ten..."
Oct. 4th, 2007 | 08:19 pm
mood: 
lost
music: modest mouse
I stood on my heart supports thinkin'
"Oh my God, I'll probably have to carry this whole load."
I couldn't remember if I tried
I couldn't remember if I took my brain out, threw it so directly a the goal
I couldn't remember if I...
I could have my mind erased
And still not know exactly what I don't already know
"Oh my God, I'll probably have to carry this whole load."
I couldn't remember if I tried
I couldn't remember if I took my brain out, threw it so directly a the goal
I couldn't remember if I...
I could have my mind erased
And still not know exactly what I don't already know