I must bridge the gap between adolescent glitter and mature glow
I also remembered Buddy Willard saying in a sinister, knowing way that after I had children I would feel differently, I wouldn’t want to write poems any more. So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about numb as a slave in some. private, totalitarian state.
The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.
i want to be important, by being different. & these girls are all the same.
The same thing happened over and over: I would catch sight of some flawless man in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen.
A far sea moves in my ear.
I am incapable of more knowledge.
Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.
I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I would respect him.