Thursday, July 23, 2009


maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

e.e. cummings

and the song that plays in my head, heart, ears and cheekbones is
this one. so i'm home. no wrapping of anything else but presents,
no packing of anything else but luggage. and this level of emotional i
'm at sucks. its heart-aching, but not all the way to make something
good come out of it.

fuck, i'll really miss denmark. and when i say denmark, i mean so much more...