I spit on fools who forget to include breast in their metaphysics,
Star-gazers who have not enumerated them among the moons of the earth.
–Charles Simic “Breasts”
Posts tagged photography by Jennifer Martinez Conway
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call me on the phone
tell me all the ways you’re gonna mess me up
As you take your final bow.
I feel that this is just goodbye for now.
always waiting, nevermore
and art means something new
(published in issue 49 of CMYK)
outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning
I can’t sleep when I think about the times we’re living in
and I will remember your name and face
Not enough young in his lung for the water wings
your voice still echoes in the hallways of this house
but now it’s the end
bat your fingers bite your lashes
crack a bat in a fur hat
let the flowers grow into the deep below
oh, would you forget me now?
Have I told you?
that you are the purple in me
Broken Home of Convention 