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late july– balmy nights, languid light, warm skin and cool cotton. we press our feet to wet grass, down on the banks where dragonflies shimmer in the afterglow. you humming, the old river thrumming, warm wine going straight to my head. we pick clover, jasmine, aster; we wade knee-deep in the water and listen; bird songs drifting, willows hushing, dusk falling fig-blue overhead. all around us the smell of damp earth, lilac. the river murmuring a secret; quietly we murmur ours back.

unstoppable slut meets immovable object or whatever that saying is

I wanna push you around

What do you remember of that other world?

january behind us. every morning for the last week the thrush meets me in the woods to remind me of my vow of tenderness. a vow that's a stone in my pocket, carried everywhere. the little thrush flutters from the thin arms of a black cherry to a low slung oak. the dog leads me to four spots of blood on the leaves. and now the pines to the west burn in the fresh sun and the thrush has left us for the day.

August by Esta Spalding

Skin-tight with longing, like dangerous girls, the tomatoes reel, drunk from the vine. The corn, its secret ears studded like microphones, transmits August across the field: paranoid crickets, the noise of snakes between stalks, peeling themselves from themselves. I am burdened as the sky,  clouds, upset buckets pour their varnish onto earth. Last year you asked if I was  faint because of the blood. The tomatoes  bristled in their improbable skins, eavesdropping. *

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in another universe the sky is always pink and i didn’t leave three people for you and in another one the trees grow downwards with their roots in the air and in another one we meet in the middle of the street at the age of six while chasing after the same butterfly

“This is why people cry at the movies: because everybody’s doomed. No one in a movie can help themselves in any way. Their fate has already staked its claim on them from the moment they appear onscreen.”

— John Darnielle, Wolf in White Van (via quoted-books)