I’ll close my eyes
And I won’t see
The love you don’t feel
When you’re holding me
Morning will come
And I’ll do what’s right
Just give me ‘till then
To give up this fight
I will give up this fight
Cause I can’t make you love me
if you don’t.
but I leave my used panties on the floor for days.
Have to fish out clumps of my hair from the shower drain,
wipe toothpaste from the faucet, clean period blood
from my sheets, leave my hair unwashed for a week,
sleep in my mascara and eyeliner. I pick at my acne
because my hands don’t know how to do anything
except destroy. The same boys stay hanging up
in my closet, snapshots of their mouths decorating
my nightstand the color of bruise. I practice saying
I love you into my palm and clench it tight
so it can’t escape. Forget it. No one asks if you’re okay.
No one wants a real answer. I make myself pretty
for boys I don’t even know how to talk to. I take them home.
Show them how to use the shower, the coffee pot.
Let them undress me in the dark. In the morning
I find wedding rings in their pockets.
Ezra and his devices
Fig. 33. Comparative sizes of the planet. 1887.
An embroidery for Ryan.
"Otters have a skin flap that forms a pocket so they can keep their favorite rock with them. They use this rock to break open mollusks when eating. Some otters go their entire lives carrying the same rock!” source
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They call him the Young Wolf. They say he rides into battle on the back of a giant direwolf. They say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants. They say he can’t be killed.
Scott Wade paints on dusty cars and he did a stunning job with painting Hylas and the Nymphs by John William Waterhouse.
Walk the Moon last night in Columbus