I love right now. I love making the decision not to go to yoga and to instead make myself dinner and a very strong cocktail. I love that I thought about texting some dude to come over, but decided against it despite that very strong cocktail. I love Kurt Vile. I love the soft buzz that echoes in my apartment when there’s no one in it but me. I love cereal and fruit as a dessert. I love going to bed early. I love leftovers. I love that there’s a ton of dishes in the sink and I’ll maybe do them tomorrow? I love Rebecca’s Netflix Instant. I love the gray cardigan hanging over the top of that chair. I love that I never feel alone even when I am.
When I see a couple of kids And guess he’s fucking her and she’s
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives—
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide
To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That’ll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark
About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest.
He And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
Who is responsible for naming merchandise on Modcloth? Because I would sort of like to cut them.