“In the desert there is no sign that says, Thou shalt not eat stones.”
—Sufi proverb, according to Margaret Atwood
Lacking the confidence to go braless in a see-through dress, I will not be attending the awards ceremony.
Afraid that my attempts to be clever will cost me followers, I will not be live tweeting what I watch on TV.
Bored by almost everything that is broadcast, and distracted by chores and tasks that I have left undone during the day, I will not be watching TV anyway.
What if someone is a liar, someone who loves you? What are you going to do about it? (Honesty being overrated and hard to define or measure.)
Two boys build a raft, and two girls lie on the riverbank and whisper to each other about the boys.
Smoldering inside the girls are little baby-making bombs, already hissing, already lit.
white breast, fluttering heart, feather, pigeon, hunter, gun
the current rather strong
the boys already gone