our blue couch an invention your hair the length of mine an invention raw color of your mouth in the light an invention color known best to butchers known best to girls who use teeth where we kiss & in the hiss hot sun my thinner parts go red to show the meat inside that too is an invention you are with your new love now & i want her to be unspecial i want her to be mild & described as a [nice girl] but probably she is kind i want to stop having the dream about a daughter we share girl named for an island homeland of our own i sent you away & installed a wound in your place invented some blood for the story
“What’s the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? Herman Melville wrote fucking Moby Dick, he was so poor and forgotten by the time he died that in his obituary they called him Henry Melville. You know, like why bother? They’re just going to forget our fucking names anyway.“ Adventureland (2009, dir. Greg Mottola)
“Now he’s moving close
My heart in my throat
I won’t say a word
But I think he knows
That I’ve hardly slept
Since the night he left
His body always kept
Mine inside of it
Keep the nightmares out
Give me mouth to mouth
I can’t live without you
Take me to your house”
