You have this image of yourself in a wedding dress sewn entirely of
hymens—little ovals stitched together— faintly pink and transparent,
like cherry petals, and vibrating with miniature howls—some of
pleasure, some of pain, some of disappointment—and when you move
there's the delicate sound of membranes tearing (5).
~ Ben Perez
Forgive me, my thought process sometimes lacks discipline. I have strange ideas. I'm a sort of armchair philosopher turned poet. This is a writer's blog, but I do not publish my finished work here. I post fragments, pieces, ideas; works in progress. I test out ideas that may or may not become more fully realized. I write flash fiction and poetry. I love generic transgression and experimental poetry. I write mostly about art and failed romance. When all else fails, I post things that inspire me.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
I fell in love with words
Maybe that's why I couldn't fall in love with a person. My heart was already spoken for.
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