they being weaKthey being weaKthey being weaK
and unfamiliar; therefore naturally shaky i was
uneasy on them
i and(after
having flailed my feet flicked my
tail tossed my mane made sure the mares was look
ing.)i went straight to it snorted out dirt arched-my-back planted
my hooves
hea-ved(managed to get up wobbled and
went upsidedown what? happened)i quickly was righted rose
fear.fully caut:ious-ly push. ing my
front legs forward back legs backward and straightened my
knees up-straight-lock-brace a: steady,
BlackBeethoven’s coat is wool – black – and smellsBlack
like ink
and candle wax
Lit only by flickering wicks, he spills the obsidian ink like blood into oceans of notes of tangible passion as unperturbed by the lack of light as the absence of sound in his ear
A thousand pardons, dear composer I find I cannot do your work enough justice and though my ebony hair may frost to purest white I will not find enough passion
to fill even one of your movements
Clack clack says the metronome his swarthy face stoic the pages
Yesterday I Saw YouYesterday I saw youYesterday I Saw You
sitting, a rockfish, a silent stone on the seabed.
I nearly pricked myself on your quills.
I followed, shadowed the scent of cedar smoke
to you, the fire, blazing, crackling,
challenging the sky for her rank.
I know you have no need
of velvet petals, only your thistle thorns. But sometimes you show me your stalwart blossom: a flash of pink flanked by barbs.
So I wandered you for hours, up your twisted turrets sweeping and stabbing the sky, and I still couldn
CreationIt’s that time again – we’ve run out Making kimchee into the night Great vats of cabbage Two rubber tubs the colour of baked brick That used to be my private pool when I was young Bumping shoulders with Mother Crouching between the sink and kitchen island Inexplicably, I always crave saltCreation
Crunching cragged grains Between my teeth
I am old enough to learn now, not just obey I might not be here much longer I must learn, now Like everything else before So I can do this Perform this commonplace miracle When I am Mother &nbs
I hate allergies
Hungry
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- Albert Camus
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