All year long winter threatens the eggs. For the heatless bird I'm drawn too I fatten up against the wind. As the bus halts, a stranger says, if I don't see you tomorrow, it's because I've jumped off a bridge. I don't need that kind of burden, the man I loved once said. Then I do see him tomorrow.And the stranger tomorrow too.
-- Blank Missives, Esther Lee
, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before. Tweets by @thebodypoetik
My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute
because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.