Can writing be taught? Can lovemaking be taught? Forget lovemaking. Can you teach someone how to kiss? How to stand on the corner of Eighth Avenue and 44th Street and to all the world appear as if you are not contemplating the curb and its elegant heel. Can you teach someone how to properly sponge around the faucet when you finish the dinner dishes? Can you teach someone to appreciate sleep? To understand the perfect weight of a heavy head meeting a soft pillow, the body forgetting itself, a cotton nightgown swimming up? Can you teach someone to punctuate? Probably. Can you spell hopeless? Can you teach someone to write funny? To cook a perfect hard boiled egg so that the shell comes off in two perfect cracks. Can you teach someone how to cry, softly at first, and then in rivulets like rain down a Texan window. What about cliche? Can you teach it, beat, eat it, fuck it? Can you teach someone how to make something satisfying, to withhold your tongue for as long as possible?

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The unending amends you made
Are enough for one life, be done

I believe in innocence, little darling, start again
I believe in everyone

I believe, regardless, I believe in everyone

the closer I get, the closer I want to be.

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An Open Letter to Those Who’ve Loved Me

For David-Alexandre, Effram, Eric, Toni, Antoine, Marie, and Countless Unnamed Others.

Love takes great courage, but

only leaning if even reluctantly into its arms it will grab you and
hold you saying: pay attention

all are of the same flesh, and of the same blood.

May I lean towards love perpetual, in memory of you, of those whose hearts are open.

Baja. Let’s go.

(via theohpioneer)

I am dreaming of my brother and sleeping in cabins and playing guitar.

(via theohpioneer)

ahh.

(via futurelonelycatlady)

mmmmm.