at the place i work, there this one column inside the lobby area that everyone waiting for someone else stands by. they just love standing next to the column. kind of romantic
the ancient greeks were right…
everyone at every moment is actively trying not to tell someone else that they miss them and want them back
lie here with our sanded bones
and motionless devices.
Little crabs attempt to don rings
set with agate and amethyst,
and many an octopus,
seeking an hour of rest,
finds shelter in our brain-cases.
So we are still of use."
— Sarah Lindsay, from “Rain of Statues”
And you will slide on the back seat of my bike
And I will ride you home drunken in the rain
And you will win again and again
of course, another sort of craving: tears for
the stirrer, the learned sting
that comes with marriage, with peeling
back its skin and slicing it deeply. They must
know the lessons of each generation, feel
that thick, stinging pleasure in their eyes."
— Rachel Mennies