HEART FKING ACHE

to complement my melancholic mood, i will post some carol ann duffy poems, because she is melancholic.


Wide, Wide Night

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.


ugh, stupid woman, she's good. and 'i singing' is intended (one of the tenses). here's another


Talent

This is the word tightrope. Now imagine
a man, inching across it in the space
between our thoughts. He holds our breath.

There is no word net.

You want him to fall, don't you?
I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.
The word applause is written all over him.


she is so... good. ugh but these are not her best yet, but they're the best i could find in short notice.

UGH

reeech