40. frog swap

Ask me about the great Vowel Shift.

this is the light i wanted
my Prague to be
or Pluto's
surface of ice eroded
with weather we can barely imagine;
& i think of Sxwaixwe
after all these years
well something
needs to sleep at the bottom of a lake
what melancholy
is a few hours' gray then the plunge
midafternoon into darkness;
in a teahouse
with a teahouse candle my muse
i wrote in languages
that would never be living
i sent my ulcer to the other side

this coat that was old even then
huge bridges i had to trust
like the big moon of Pluto
never wavering
constant in its phased regard
your place always a given
your days before
as bright & perfect as gems

money that's already spent

"Remember how we used to title our blogs? I was Brand New Insects when some of you first knew me. I remember your titles too. I remember your distinctive color palettes and fonts. How your spaces seemed individual, like studios strewn with the fits & starts of your making. I remember your acrobatic appendages, the comment boxes dangling below. (Yes, I remember when those rotted off the body too.)"

(via katherine white on fb)