April 2012
DEATH by thesis
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I.
So surprised is the breeze upon
My arrival that it holds its own
Breath and I nearly drown.
II.
One moment waiting to devour
A pregnant apple in the market’s singing
Sun the next a deep-milked violet hum
And he knows she comes but knows not
Who she is.
III.
A slouched desire to stifle these
Mermaids too sequined to speak;
They glimmer in ombre shadows
Of sweated gold and silver
And the...
“At Olive Garden, we’re as passionate about cheese as you are.”
– I beg to fucking differ. (via almost-never)
IASFM Olive Garden doesn’t even fucking know
