February 15th, 2012
Stephen St. John
“A Close View of N.C. Wyeths Map of Discovery of the Western Hemisphere”
(via blessedwildapplegirl)
Reclusive female.
I stopped making sense a long time ago.
They will say I smoked ciggarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages and loved morphine and Demerol, tequila and pulque, women and men.
I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter.
I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications.
And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love?
Stephen St. John
“A Close View of N.C. Wyeths Map of Discovery of the Western Hemisphere”
(via blessedwildapplegirl)
