I am having to do this here alone. No one to tell me when the ocean will begin. I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps. I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail, the drowned face always staring toward the sun. This is the place and I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair streams black, carrying a knife, a camera, a book of myths in which our names do not appear. -Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
How to Eat a Porkchop of Hurt
How to Eat a Porkchop of Hurt
Trim away fat anger, Cut bone off, Blot til napkin stix Peel off, Plate of lonely, Serve, Centered sad. Knife to bits Fork, Chew, Swallow.
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