Showing posts with label dedications (to myself and others). Show all posts
Showing posts with label dedications (to myself and others). Show all posts

Wednesday, February 27, 2008


Often
you'll feel two things at once (1)
powerfully at odds as when
one wants to spend all day in bed
yet also jump uP and buy a mop!
How good it feels to make toast!

Oh, you're young again,
the film
is running backwardssdrawkcab.
Look, water leaps out of the tub,
blood c r a w l s back into the cut,
the secret's licked
out of the ear which accounts
,

in part, for the struggle. . .

Often in your search_
you'll find you're {(hiding)} something...

a WARNING (!) hangs over the glistening
compartments and The woman cries out(!)
like a harp because
either the harp

that'sinsideher is being plucked
or the harp that's o u t s i d e her
is dropped
.

Please try to be careful.
In these moments,
scissors
are particularly
poignant.

-Dean Young