From Russia With Love
J’aime the little wooden matchsticks (allumettes!) with rose-colored combustive tips, which I light the gas stove with to make café au lait in the morning
Q: How do you relax?
A: Closing my eyes.
Q: What is the most important lesson life has taught you?
A: To move forward while letting yourself be carried.
Instead of worshipping a creator or man, I cared fully for myself, and felt no guilt and confessed nothing, and in this place I wrote, I was nourished, and I grew
You were wild and I was willing
There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours
All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the moon
I am your savior
I am your lover
I am several others
Arriving from always, you’ll go away everywhere
We have faith in the poison
And what is the name for the movement we make when
we wake, swiping hand or claw or wing across our face, like trying
to remember a path or a river we’ve only visited in our dreams