Alfred Lord Tennyson//Death Cab For Cutie,The New Year // @/geloyconcepcion on ig // Margaret Atwood,You are Happy//Charles Bukowski//Edith Lovejoy Pierce//Lucille Clifton Hope,I am running into a new year//Lang Leav,This Was The Year
curling them around i hold their bodies in obscene embrace thinking of everything but kinship. collards and kale strain against each strange other away from my kissmaking hand and the iron bedpot. the pot is black, the cutting board is black, my hand, and just for a minute the greens roll black under the knife, and the kitchen twists dark on its spine and I taste in my natural appetite the bond of live things everywhere.
if there is a river more beautiful than this bright as the blood red edge of the moon if there is a river more faithful than this returning each month to the same delta if there
is a river braver than this coming and coming in a surge of passion, of pain if there is
a river more ancient than this daughter of eve mother of cain and of abel if there is in
the universe such a river if there is some where water more powerful than this wild water
pray that it flows also through animals beautiful and faithful and ancient and female and brave
