I hate and love. Explain that star-crossed pair.
I cannot. That’s my little cross to bear.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
Contributed By: Catullus, David Macey
I hate and love. Explain that star-crossed pair.
I cannot. That’s my little cross to bear.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
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They say it’s a matter of attrition. Cut to / a caravan of sand carried by vehicles, couples racing toward the sun. They’ve driven for so long that the horizon is now their god, heterosexual the altar piece. Chemistry / their borrowed electrons, from and by, in the process of synthesis—children, compulsory futures, drugs to […]
Every night in her childhood, going to sleep, she traveled the paths of the dead. It was easy then to go Where she could not abide in her other consciousness. This was the avenue Caesar the mastiff had wandered. Father said he had run away, and the children nodded solemnly knowing the kind old beast […]
“Primal, this cycle, days after separation we search
for one another: our delicious ghost scent in
sheets or pillows, on shirts or skin.”