How to Love the Dead by Jack Gilbert

selena — Tue, 16 Apr 2013 01:36:17 +0000

She lives, the bird says, and means nothing
silly. She is dead and available,
the fox says, knowing about the spirits.
Not the picture at the funeral,
not the object of grieving. She is dead
and you can have that, he says. If you can
love without politeness or delicacy,
the fox says, love her with your wolf heart.
As the dead are to be desired.
Not the way long marriages are,
nothing happening again and again.
Not in the woods or the fields.
Not in the cities. The painful love of being
permanently unhoused. Not the color, but the stain.

bicycle

selena — Fri, 25 Jan 2013 06:51:23 +0000

for Christmas, Santa dropped off a black large-frame bike for a very tall husband of mine. he wasn’t kind enough to drop one off for me as well, so i’m in the market to find one.

cycle university is our local bike shop, and they let you test ride bikes. the Specialized 8-speed step-through i tried was a lovely bike. but it wasn’t quite as good as this one - i hope to test ride it soon.

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How to Love the Dead by Jack Gilbert

bicycle