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achillesinhighheels

achillesinhighheels

achillesinhighheels

achillesinhighheels

achillesinhighheels

butch-ings

vagisil

the people yearn for nonplastic fabrics

vagisil

the people yearn for nonplastic fabrics

clowngirlpony

clowngirlpony

I hugged a man in reno... just to watch him smile :)

clowngirlpony

I hugged a man in reno... just to watch him smile :)

yesterdaysprint

yesterdaysprint

The Kansas Industrialist, Manhattan, July 18, 1917

yesterdaysprint

The Kansas Industrialist, Manhattan, July 18, 1917

charl0ttan

charl0ttan

anyone have any last words

charl0ttan

anyone have any last words

charl0ttan

im in the market for some good ones

charl0ttan

not for myself ofc, i just have a friend with something coming up👍

apocryphics

apocryphics

J. Drew Lanham, Sparrow Envy: Field Guide to Birds and Lesser Beasts (2021)

apocryphics

J. Drew Lanham, Sparrow Envy: Field Guide to Birds and Lesser Beasts (2021)

dogpuppy

dogpuppy

dogpuppy

havingapoemwithyou

havingapoemwithyou

She wants a house full of cups and the ghosts of last century’s lesbians; I want a spotless apartment, a fast computer. She wants a woodstove, three cords of ash, an axe; I want a clean gas flame. She wants a row of jars: oats, coriander, thick green oil; I want nothing to store. She wants pomanders, linens, baby quilts, scrapbooks. She wants Wellesley reunions. I want gleaming floorboards, the river’s reflection. She wants shrimp and sweat and salt; she wants chocolate. I want a raku bowl, steam rising from rice. She wants goats, chickens, children. Feeding and weeping. I want wind from the river freshening cleared rooms. She wants birthdays, theaters, flags, peonies. I want words like lasers. She wants a mother’s tenderness. Touch ancient as the river. I want a woman’s wit swift as a fox. She’s in her city, meeting her deadline; I’m in my mill village out late with the dog, listening to the pinging wind bells, thinking of the twelve years of wanting, apart and together. We’ve kissed all weekend; we want to drive the hundred miles and try it again.

Want by Joan Larkin

havingapoemwithyou

She wants a house full of cups and the ghosts of last century’s lesbians; I want a spotless apartment, a fast computer. She wants a woodstove, three cords of ash, an axe; I want a clean gas flame. She wants a row of jars: oats, coriander, thick green oil; I want nothing to store. She wants pomanders, linens, baby quilts, scrapbooks. She wants Wellesley reunions. I want gleaming floorboards, the river’s reflection. She wants shrimp and sweat and salt; she wants chocolate. I want a raku bowl, steam rising from rice. She wants goats, chickens, children. Feeding and weeping. I want wind from the river freshening cleared rooms. She wants birthdays, theaters, flags, peonies. I want words like lasers. She wants a mother’s tenderness. Touch ancient as the river. I want a woman’s wit swift as a fox. She’s in her city, meeting her deadline; I’m in my mill village out late with the dog, listening to the pinging wind bells, thinking of the twelve years of wanting, apart and together. We’ve kissed all weekend; we want to drive the hundred miles and try it again.

Want by Joan Larkin

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babizzxx

babizzxx

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