To peel myself apart like a pomegranate

[forsweatervests]

Whenever I get melodramatic, I find things like this.  And I remember that, actually, I love people with all their quirks and cruelties and heart.

There are days I miss New York...

And I figured I'd leave you with this stanza of Gabriela Mistral's, from La abandonada.  Will translate if needed.

Me he sentado a mitad de la Tierra,
amor mío, a mitad de la vida,
a abrir mis venas y mi pecho,
a mondarme en granada viva,
y a romper la caoba roja
de mis huesos que te querían.