We watched this movie once. I can’t remember how it goes and you were little. I remember you cried. I don’t know what I said to make you feel better. I don’t do sentiments well, this you know. I have walls too high to scale. When you land on your feet maybe we can give it a try? I can wait and see how things go. To share a serious smile between us I will wait indefinitely.

Nov 28 ·09:23pm

Nov 28 ·09:17pm

Two Sisters of Persephone

Two girls there are : within the house

One sits; the other, without.

Daylong a duet of shade and light

Plays between these.

In her dark wainscoted room

The first works problems on

A mathematical machine.

Dry ticks mark time

As she calculates each sum.

At this barren enterprise

Rat-shrewd go her squint eyes,

Root-pale her meager frame.

Bronzed as earth, the second lies,

Hearing ticks blown gold

Like pollen on bright air. Lulled

Near a bed of poppies,

She sees how their red silk flare

Of petaled blood

Burns open to the sun’s blade.

On that green alter

Freely become sun’s bride, the latter

Grows quick with seed.

Grass-couched in her labor’s pride,

She bears a king. Turned bitter

And sallow as any lemon,

The other, wry virgin to the last,

Goes graveward with flesh laid waste,

Worm-husbanded, yet no woman.

-Sylvia Plath

Nov 28 ·12:57am

This song rests heavy against my rib cage.

Nov 27 ·10:49pm

Nov 25 ·02:47pm

I wrote you a poem. It started 5 years ago. I talked about packing my shit, loading it into my car, and shortening the distance between us. I was crazy and in love. So I did it. A few hundred miles outside of the Nevada state line I lost myself. I have driven across this country several times now. I keep looking for her. An olive fingered girl. I keep looking for her.

Nov 25 ·02:46pm