Kelley Point Park
I used to date men who were obsessed with their creative projects. After a while, I realized that I didn’t want THEM. I wanted to BE them. I thought being close to that energy might be enough. I thought that being loved by someone who was willing to give himself completely to the creative process was enough. I met a musician once who was consumed by his creations. I put him on a pedestal. I had so much crazy lust for him, it was almost stupid. But it wasn’t him — I hardly knew him — it was his focus, his total involvement and belief in what he did, that made me crazy. I wanted to have that kind of passion for myself.http://nymag.com/thecut/2014/09/ask-polly-why-dont-men-i-date-ever-love-me.html
you try the handle of the road
it opens, do not be afraid
birthday sunflowers (thanks mom)
but without songs we’re lost
and life is pointless, harsh, and long.
Had you really been wholly mine at night
the fort wouldn’t be sneaking its alarms
across the border like a saffron bite
or the tea lady keep nagging “Love harms”
every minute of the day and damn night.
I told you never to mention my arms
to Moors at Headquarters. My dear, be bright,
and never put your dope in candy charms.
Stay away from the soldiers every night,
try to imagine what it’s like on farms,
for in pursuing a Chrysler of white
you’ll find tears in solution in your arms.
It was not to be so easily charmed
that we sent you to school to be harmed.