Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending to sleep, while I’m in the other room. Imagine my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots in the slatted light. I’m thinking ‘My plant, his chair, the ashtray that we bought together.’ I’m thinking ‘This is where we live.’
What life? I’ve been away!
- Philosophy. the theory that only the self exists, or can be proved to exist.
- extreme preoccupation with and indulgence of one’s feelings, desires, etc.; egoistic self-absorption.
Genius (/ˈjēnyəs/) - an exceptional natural capacity of intellect, especially as shown in creative and original work in science, art, music, etc.
The art of disguise is knowing how to hide in plain sight.
Such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it’s God’s own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.
and behind the silk
the girl of iron
- Pablo Neruda, 1952