FUCK YOU / A MAGAZINE OF THE ARTS — is
FUCK YOU / A MAGAZINE OF THE ARTS — is
Was in my thoughts.
Susan Howe : from The Western Borders printed by Tuumba Press hosted @ECLIPSE
You wake in the middle of the night sometimes to go cry in the bathroom and you think I don’t hear it but I do. I can’t apologize enough for all of those things the men who came before me did to you. I wish I could promise that it will be different this time, but it won’t. I will leave you, too.
I used to know a girl
We were good friends
That is where the story starts
And sadly where it ends
For she was a just free petal floating in the wind
Forever hitting lunks and tree trunks with nothing to defend
And as i always have been
In lament below the ground
Snapped me out deep limbo
So glad it was me you found
But yet youve turned around
Facing another soul
Its as if all you wanted wasnt me
Yet you were in control
Cuz its my heart you stole
For im another troll
A lame and unfit peice of nobody
By myself i will always poll
Because i used to love a girl, oh yeah
I used to know a girl
Bad love letters beg for love back. Good love letters ask for nothing.
Lover, where have they gone,
all the pretty, winged ones?
Why they don’t take a peak
through the glass, while I fuss
over the vase filled with water
to its neck, arranging the flowers
you gave, cut out from fabric?I have asked you almost the same
question the day we went to sea,
inside a boat, rowing with an oar,
“Where are the fishes?”
You said, “Cast the rod the other side,
there is fish to be caught.”
The bait hit sand, we never left shore.
