June 2009
4 posts
I KEEP LOOKING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE, I WALK FOR HOURS DIRECTIONLESS UNTIL MY KNEES BUCKLE AND I NEVER FIND YOU; I CAN NEVER WALK FAR ENOUGH TO FIND YOU. THE WOLVES SNAP AT MY HEELS, HOWLING OUT ALL THE BLAME I BEAR TO REMIND ME TO CARRY IT IN CASE I SOMEHOW FORGET. I DON’T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, I HOPE YOU ARE SOMEWHERE WARM AND SOFT WHERE YOU CAN SLEEP AND FEEL THE SUN ON YOUR SKIN. I HOPE...
“YOU LAY IN YOUR BED AS USUAL NOT EXISTING
BECAUSE OF THE BRIGHT EDGES PRESSING...”
– FROM BLACK SERIES BY BRENDA HILLMAN
“ATTENTION EVERYONE WHO DOCTORS DIGITAL SNAPS INTO FAUX POLAROIDS: I BLAME YOU...”
