newmaterialplease
is writing about dead relatives overrated? your
readers satiated? yet what did you have to say
prior to diagnosisday? (august 2016) words limping
out of the past obsessional knots built to last
money
family
marriage
jews
therapy
heresy
money
nihilistic ballistic missiles aimed at life leading to no
small amount of strife for readers who clamoured for
sunshine +daffodils in deep darkness denial but lately hope !!
which not only floats but creeps slantwise in
now your dead bro visits you touched your arm yesterday
at dawn and there he sits in the darkened living room too
and when you swallow your pot oil at night finger slippage
leads to him flying around the room
but you’ve come to see that he rose up out of a florida
crematoria brandfucking new {so why can’t you}
crematoria notwithstanding
__
..but now and again on more occasions than I can number,
in bed at night, or in the street, or as I come into a room, there
she is ; beautiful, emphatic ; closer than any of the living are..
(Virginia Woolf Moments of Being 1976)
..13 at the death of her mother ..writing 45 years later..
just before her own suicide..)
Winter 2020 ..same shit a different day + the pope he’s still in rome..
songanddancegirl 