daddy talks about his dead sisters thirtieth anniversary and the summer of 1999. Praying to all the priests in the world for a magic potion, for all the past life sins to be washed away and it is the second march of solitute meaning this one is a bit better . where are we? Where on earth. It’s night and there’s land. We are between different corners of the world and between different skies. Iam tallying every day on paper napkins until we are back together on our attached to the hip sorrow. keep a tally each day when you wake, tell yourself this is the morning of a new day. Be clear with yourself on this matter. This is the morning of a new day.
Yesterday I met baby after almost a decade, when describing to you what happened i wrote, still very beautiful and very tall. Baby is still very beautiful and very tall. There are words much better suited for baby but Iam no poet.
there’s an addict uncle who is trying to get baby on cocaine. You ask me to ask her why she’s not trying. She tells me “it is the inside of his mouth the one plucked molar. it’s roots still there if you look close enough along with the bad breath and general high mortality”. I have been thinking about this for a week. it is the inside of his mouth the one plucked molar its roots still there if you look , the notes and derivatives of walking past everything i will miss such as your practical uses like cutting fruit and storage. Calling to say It is the year of the horse we remember in boarding school we would pick and choose all the perfect years; eliminating the rat and ox the prospects of all undesirable animals except the dragons and the horse. choosing, the years to give birth. To make, perfect little angel babies. Our bodies enthralled by the unlimited future and it is January which is to say that I do not think we will make it past thirty, think I can manage five at most without you.
ALL THE HIGHLIGHTED BITS FROM ORBITAL BY SAMANTHA HARVEY
ugh love angel