Wednesday, November 3, 2010

the most dreary of practical exigencies

and I am feeling particularly testy at being separated from
the one I love by the most dreary of practical exigencies money
when I want only to lean on my elbow and stare into space feeling
the one warm beautiful thing in the world breathing upon my right rib

3 comments:

webb said...

that's the kind of photo that makes me wish i could go back in time.

What Possessed Me said...

The words and photograph are so perfect it hurts.

Erica said...

I love this part of that poem. I feel that way all the time. And P., I loved what you said about the return on a typewriter: the sound of accomplishment...