in someplace like Siberia
the postmortem was done in a cafeteria
secondary cause of death was hypothermia
Monthly Archives: February 2015
from the ledge of his life he watched the willow
he had wedged himself
up there . . . waiting forever
til the coast was clear
~ Liana 2/15
Procrastination: The Musical
This one is Kit’s picture . . . she’s getting GOOD 🙂
Even as deadlines loom, I’d rather go hang out with Kit at rehearsal than focus on my work. As a result, I am behind in every single category uber alles and I haven’t been to the gym since last Thursday, and and and and a Greek Chorus is singing a dirge about the prospects for today. It’s going to be a (direct) hit, I can just feel it.
the day you first fell in love
This was
the day you first fell in love
not with a person but with
the idea of sharing a woods
with someone. Someone told you
they had never seen a shooting star
and you asked if they had ever
opened their eyes at night.
You were already a cabin.
I was a woman dressed
to disappear into the ocean
from any angle. If you think
you see me, know that it
is impossible.
~ Caroline Cabrera from I Don’t Take Moonlit Walks on the Veranda, Anyway
primagravida
Everyone coming out of her shadows dancing in blood stories
around the bonfire of this belly . . . remembering the swell and sway
don’t be with a man who’s gonna freak over blood on the sheets
don’t pretend to feel what you don’t . . . don’t doubt your own heart
don’t be afraid to say what you have to say
she says mostly she’s afraid of the pain and doesn’t know
if she can do this . . . yes, oh yes, we tell her
it’s supposed to feel that way
~ Liana 2/15
this all looks so real
this all looks so real
swimming in a sea of supposes
you on the shining armor of shore
me in a fishbowl of wishes . . .
and that song I forgot keeps
forgetting even as it composes
. . . just making it up as I go
on singing while doing the dishes
~ Liana © 2/15
the hour of soft light... 
