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[locksmithy]

i'm sick and a bit delirious. my voice has never been deeper or weirder. i blame half of it on whatever is colonizing my throat and the other half on the weekend of crossdressing. pictures of myself as Pyramus and a fAncy french sailorboy forthcoming.

i'm so loopy that Olena Kalytiak Davis's poetry is reverberating just right. with my punchy laven

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[doxasticpirate]

This may be the first time I've commented on poetry here, but 'dedication' is effing awesome -- I really dug that...

[locksmithy]

it's by olena, the nut i mention above the quote...
from the book i linked in amazon

[bohemea]

soon you will leave me, for an italian mistress:
for her dark hair and her moon-lit
teeth...

wow.
feel better, sweetsee.
*hugsus*

[redlily]

I have a hard time getting into her too -- maybe I need to fall deathly ill to get her.

Though "I married the way moths marry./I married hard" is one of my favorite set of lines ever from anything.

[locksmithy]

oh right, i remember that now, hee.
and also from 'shattered sonnets'

...

You can't remember the last time
you wore a dress.
You pressed your mouth
To the phone.