February 2012
11 posts
when you notice a car coming towards you and you question whether it’s worth it to move
“It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a...”
– James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via proustitute)
“Don’t try to fool the fist that’s tightening right beneath your heart.”
– Ted Berrigan, from “Thin Breast Doom” in Collected Poems (via ahuntersheart)