I suddenly smeared the weekday map splashing paint from a glass; On a plate of aspic I revealed the ocean’s slanted cheek. On the scales of a tin fish I read the summons of new lips. And you could you perform a nocturne on a drainpipe flute?
My favorite by far.
The very freedom of “living nobly” seemed to suggest that pleasure...– When the World Spoke French
LIKE THIS, AMELIA??
ameliabutter: widgette: ameliabutter: widgette replied to your photo: somebody should have reminded me about my old… Girl I feel like I gotta do a lot more than drink water and put on lipstick to look this good. Hmm, I don’t know, Bridgette. Try DRINK WATER, PUT ON LIPSTICK, and add WEAR TINY SHORTS. Tiny shorts are a good day trump card. YEP, JUST LIKE THAT. Also I love Cherry Coke....
If I’m destined to become a tsar here,— My men will be told To imprint your darling face, My dear, Onto the nation’s gold. But, if I end up there, Where the tundra swallows the plains,— Where the North Wind with the river bargains,— I will scratch Lily’s name all over the chains And kiss them, laboring in the darkness.