my heart wants roots, my mind wants wings, i cannot bear their bickerings
“Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily and incessantly beautiful.”— Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “In a Deserted Street Corner”
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“Let my pallbearers be six ex-girlfriends who kept in touch, and stayed on good terms ‘til the end”
Guante, “A Love Song, A Death Rattle, A Battle Cry”
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