When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, “I’ll never speak to you again,”
she means, “Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window.”
He’s supposed to know that. Continue reading
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea
Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries
Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes Continue reading
Well, I just strum the chords and sing the words,
It’s probably gonna get much worse
Before the sun decides to shine again.
I turned 23 this past July
And all my dreams, they seem to fly away
For reasons I don’t understand. Continue reading
Rain fell in a post-romantic way.
Heads in the planets, toes tucked
under carpets, that’s how we got our bodies
through. The translator made the sign
for twenty horses backing away from
a lump of sugar. Yes, you. Continue reading
It’s official. I’ve been in London for exactly one month today, not counting the weekend in Dublin a while back. Wow. I feel like we’ve been so incredibly busy, but I still haven’t taken enough advantage of being here! As I learned today, I’m still a bit on the clueless side when transporting myself out of South Kensington. Continue reading
Cut the tree with a bent bow saw.
When the blade sticks in the heart
of the fallen pine, try to free
it with your gloveless hand. Seek art Continue reading
In the worst hour of the worst season
of the worst year of a whole people
a man set out from the workhouse with his wife.
He was walking – they were both walking – north. Continue reading