the middle of her forehead
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Lament
“…You may
blame Aphrodite
soft as she is
she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy.”
- Sappho
Whiskey and sex,
Wicked men, cigarettes.
Why I love what makes me cry:
There’s a little death in all of them
And a little of me that wants to die.
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