He kisses the top of my head and I want to ask him to not go. I think of abandoning everything I’ve created and just going with him. He will return to the opposite side of the world and I can’t go with him. I know it. He knows it. We all know it.
nothing about us was meant to last
we were illegal firecrackers
and $5 sunglasses
purchased at tiny corner stores
impermanence stuck like pieces of corn in our teeth
we were always going to fall out
I don’t know why I keep thinking pain means romance. Or sacrifice means “I want you” but maybe I’ll start going back to therapy tomorrow. Or next week. It’s just so easy when we make couches here. We’re just so good at being bad for each other.
with last summer gone
and you no longer here
two less eyes will read tonight
I am my mother’s daughter
which is to say I am aware of my own strengths
so I don’t need you to remind me what they are.
“What was that idea that I had last night before falling asleep?… Darn it.”
While any of them pursue practical careers in law, medicine, teaching among other things, some parents pursue careers in the arts, writing, advertising and music. For kids who grew up with ever-so-creative parents, life was usually vibrant and meaningful.
Your most powerful weapon is imagination.
By now the gay “sensibility” (if there is such an animal) is firmly entrenched in heterosexual culture. New York is a gay city, much the same way that it is (or was) a Jewish city.
An artist’s work is personal. It has to be pulled from the deepest valleys of our hearts, through our bones, muscles, and flesh and depicted on a canvas or through a simple movement or even just with one word.