I’m uh…leica lookin for a new camera.
Anything I should be considering?
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
( has-had, do-did, is-was )
When I first read this poem two years ago I thought- yes, exactly.
This blog’s been based on this poem even before discovering it. Merwin simply helped me unapologetically commit to my source of inspiration but today, after three long years I feel it came to a close after taping this poem to your bike frame.
I was able to look at you without the filter of superficially wanting you. I only saw you and it finally felt real.
Seven hour talks
And they’ve nearly erased you
I’ve never thought about killing myself. Not once.
The amount of luck I have is beyond me.
They can all be sad. I don’t care.
But these particular ones…if only they weren’t so sad.
"Is that your boyfriend?" his inner sixth-grader asked.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you haven’t stopped smiling since he walked by.”
It was sickening how even my crush could tell.
When people are good, it’s exciting. When people know they’re good, it turns me on
The first, innocent feeling is what I try to express. When I start complicating things, I stray further from the truth of that moment. These photographs are untortured thoughts.
Getting over it, you get nothing from it
not pain, not pleasure—it just lies there
Always on the edge of tripping
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