when you fell asleep last night
your body turned into glass
and i was scared that i would crack you
if i readjusted my body
i saw all of your organs on display
behind the glass and your heart
was fluttering behind your ribs
and your lungs would move
your ribs up and down
so they gently…
Before you,
I read T.S. Eliot in coffee shops,
and wandered down broken streets.
I caught my shoes on the cracks in pavements,
tried not to stumble, fall, rip my stockings
(a new pair, the third this month.)Before you,
I walked through graveyards in the summer,
writing down archaic names, loving…
(Source: moderateclimates)
"Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance."
— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Poet’s Guide to Life, trans. Ulrich Baer (via proustitute)
(via awritersruminations)
