Comments | plathsrevenge: annotate >> emollient

plathsrevenge

annotate >> emollient

Jan 04, 2006 03:37

01.
she once tap-danced &
now she's a ghost with red shoes;
we all wear them
and feel our heels slipping
on stairs with emollients

a hand clutches, moth-yellow
folding over on itself
as if life is sliding
into drinking glasses

i wanted to tell her
how israel tastes
salty, she would insist ( Read more... )

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plathsrevenge January 4 2006, 21:24:25 UTC

thank you. and regarding the films; i look forward to them as well. they all seem dreamy and beautiful.

rivermilk January 4 2006, 14:59:12 UTC

Oh, Holly. These quiet, breathless moments are what I enjoy so much about your journal, your life. You weave beauty around what most would consider mundane. The world is your tapestry and girl, I want to share it with you.

rivermilk January 4 2006, 14:59:46 UTC

p.s. I have mailed you another package. Expect it soon.

♥

plathsrevenge January 4 2006, 21:25:29 UTC

it warms me that we share this;
i felt precisely the same upon reading your most recent entry.

and i very much look forward to a package from you!

gemarina January 4 2006, 17:32:33 UTC

In the first two lines of 01 I saw myself and then I wanted to stop reading. I have always wanted more mirrors and didn't want it shattered if I went on and surprisingly, it wasn't. When you are published I will go to the bookstore and move all your books so that they line the shelves and hide all the other books for a day.

plathsrevenge January 4 2006, 21:26:58 UTC

it's strange how that happens, no?
and that very last bit you said made me smile a whole lot.
and you said 'when' rather than 'if',
and thank you.

poppytongue January 4 2006, 23:41:26 UTC

I'm sorry about your dear brother and his pure eyes. I hope he is alright.

But this is so beautiful that I can't tell you.

plathsrevenge January 7 2006, 05:37:11 UTC

i meant to reply earlier...

he was fine.
he was ridiculously lucky that none found its way
into his tiny eyes.

it's strange how the memory is like someone else-
a little boy,
but not this tall, lanky boy who is my brother today.

ilwarden January 5 2006, 02:23:09 UTC

Darlin'...
this took me to so many places...
i now have no effective means to reply.
(And i'm saving your voice 'till tomorrow. A gift to myself.)

plathsrevenge January 7 2006, 05:37:58 UTC

sometimes explaining wordlessness
is enough.

♥