there is intimacy in the moment where the eyes of two enemies meet.
there is a tenderness in knowing what desire ties you to a person, even if you have
spent your dreaming hours cutting them a casket from the tree in their mother's front yard.
it is a blessing to know someone wants a funeral for you.
...i suppose there is also intimacy in the moment where a lover becomes an enemy, though it is tough to say when it happens.
probably when there is a song you can't remember them living inside of anymore,
even if both of you curled your lips around the words in a car at some impossible hour of morning, driving away from the place you met.
i like my agony threaded together by the same chorus.
not everything is sisyphean. no one ever wants to imagine themselves as the boulder.
—it is once again the summer of my discontent & this is how we do it
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A Quality of the Gods
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