Good Friday
Good Friday
Bird startled at how I adore my old woman face dry mapped throat waterblue eye shrubnest hair Look! I leer into the face of angels middle finger aloft how did cronewitch appear I watched the tomb never slept never shirked that duty or any other age you keening bitch snuck up stole the red river rapids that ran between my legs my plumb my stupid dangling fruit I don’t give a good goddamn for your flesh season your learned or any other wanderlust whose tiny silly face bobs under such a ridiculous hat oh hello sister hello auntie hello grandma wee granny gammy invisible hag HA!HA! I’m keeping all my secrets to myself
posted by Radish King at 7:32 AM
7 Comments:
I adorbs this sunshiny happy facefoto. Spring joy to you and you animal gods!!
GAHHHH your words undo me utterly, I sit on them for a very long time, I spoon them into my eyes. You are a wonder! And a beauty.
Good Friday wasn't really that good, for some.
The names in Christiandom always lie! Not a good week at all for either of the Marys either. Thank you.
As I always say- Happy Day They Crucified My Lord!
God, you're a beauty.
You are a beauty. Good Friday to you!
bony birds we do become; then leave the tomb; then do fly. baseball caps askew. lovey dovey ride the winds all the rest of the way.
Oh my God I love this! It is the finest anthem to growing older I have ever read, a rightful celebration of that lovely, mischievous face!
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