October 2011
8 posts
A Definition of Not-Leaving
I wish I’d just stood and let the sun creep through me, Instead of my attempts to build slingshots, spools and sinkers to bring in the sky. Inventions out of sticks and stones, A crown dusted off from beneath the bones. A white liar, a white lie, a white liar, Protector of our hearts and homes. Stay, don’t go. I’ll eat you up I love you so. I want you to follow and find me. Howl,...
