She sat at the kitchen table with a wine glass and all the what ifs, what weres and what could’ve beens floated in the glass and the bread began to rise. She thought about the summer of 1956. But actually it was difficult to picture much more than a blur of an album of photographs. … Continue reading The knowledge of now.
05/07/20 Edinburgh, but not. I've been once for a weekend and it was aces: it remains now a city of love & luck. But this wasn't really that city and I've never been there with this person. J.C & I are stood at the bottom of a steep granite staircase in Edinburgh. I recognise the … Continue reading dream diaries…92
one hair of her is adhered to the bathtub tonight & the way it is signed there is a bittersweet sight. i try to find meaning in its pale tangerine, tease pleasure from her signature divine. &, as i soak, i stroke with my finger, her porcelain leaving, into the shape of a heart.
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