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forget yourself a few times and see where it gets you
So, Sister, forget yourself a few times and see where it gets you: Up the creek, alone with your talent, sans everything else. You can wait for the menopause, and catch up on your reading. So primp,...
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love song
I fancied you’d return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. image: david hurn, 1979 via nearness of distance poem: mad girl’s love song, sylvia plath
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heart of the country
Want a horse, i got a sheep, I’m gonna get me a good night’s sleep, Livin’ in a home in the heart of the country. I’m gonna move, i’m gonna go, Gonna tell ev’ryone i know, oo-oo-oo In the heart of the...
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what has changed
The path ended here at the farm. She was a work horse, having long abandoned the primp and prep of her past. She let her hair grow long and gray, she stopped plucking her eyebrows, and all her fancy...
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love comes on a wing
Across the endless wilderness where all the beasts bow down their heads. Darling I will never rest till I am by your side.
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i’m just killing time
Face down in the dust… I’ll kiss no other lips A lifetime of nothing, condemned without you
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every bed more /narrow
after he died what really happened is she watched the days bundle into thousands, watched every act become the history of others, every bed more narrow, but even as the eyes of lovers strained toward...
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aftermath
She remained in bed. The fan was turned to the highest, loudest speed so she couldn’t hear anything outside of the white noise. She hadn’t changed a thing in their room since he died. She even slept...
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