now that he is gone the dreams and the sex and the writing are all pathetic. she was going to change the world with poetry; she had such plans. but he left the room in a red jacket; she is listening to Marina and The Diamonds. In the end, she is the one… Continue reading poem: James Dean and the Savages
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poem: girl waiting alone for her lover, at dusk
I am watching the trees catch Darkness, the cupped hands, the branches, all shaking; feminity is caught tight in the branches, the men are earth and sea and sky. Night stumbles into the foreground; she is drunk, she watches her enthronement: the earth laid thin, dyed with falling eyes, faded mirth, coughing angels. This… Continue reading poem: girl waiting alone for her lover, at dusk
the last pavilion 