Tigers

September 6, 2019

What are we now but voices
who promise each other a life
neither one can deliver
not for lack of wanting
but wanting won’t make it so.
We cling to a vine
at the cliff’s edge.
There are tigers above
and below. Let us love
one another and let go.

Eliza Griswold

Some Lovers

September 6, 2019

Some lovers:
hitch across country
to get into your pants,
astonished they are
the first one. Some
will make a dash
exit in the middle
of the night on your
birthday hissing you
are too needy and
then, for decades,
gasp, in letters, then
email, how your
body enchanted as
no others had.
Want to meet in
Paris or Madrid.
Some are in for the
chase, see you as
prey, a wild doe they
wouldn’t know
what to do with
except shoot

Lyn Lifshin

Torn

September 6, 2019

…She has never been in pain; her intact delicacy is like that of an apple blossom. She will be torn.

Anne Truitt
Daybook: The Journal of an Artist

good conversations

September 6, 2019

A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That’s why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.

Truman Capote
Conversation with Lee Radziwill (sister of Jacqueline Onassis)

all night long

September 6, 2019

Two very predatory lesbians put young Caitlin through her paces all night long. She would leave that hotel in the morning an exhausted and sore mess. Thanking the women nicely for her first girl-on-girl bondage experience, she asked could she see them again…and sometime soon, please?

Anon
The Lesbian Teacher

half-erased dream

September 6, 2019

Especially at twilight one lives in the fullest fantasy, a half-erased dream.

Federico García Lorca
August 1921 letter to Adolfo Salazar
Trans. P

poetry is like masturbation

September 6, 2019

I think that at a certain age, say fifteen or sixteen, poetry is like masturbation. But later in life good poets burn their early poetry, and bad poets publish it.

Umberto Eco
Interview with Lila Azam Zanganeh
The Paris Review summer 2008