3 Comments (since 1 Aug 2012)
standing by the back screen door
watching you wash dishes
writing love letters to others
just for kicks
moving down on taylor
dinner with your father
looking for a mailbox
this is a picture of a cowboy that he drew me
letters scrawled across the bottom spell "i love you"
this is a taste of your right ear lobe can't you hear me
this is a taste of your left elbow don't you feel it
the same feeling as that sexton poem brings me: http://ifjuly.diaryland.com/iremember.html
Anne Sexton... I remember the first poem of hers I read and being blown away: Ringing the Bells...
"...because we mind by instinct like bees caught in the wrong hive..."