No Name #4

For a change she got out before he hurt her bad
Took her records and clothes
And pictures of her boy
It really made her sad
Packed it up and didn't look back
"I'm okay, let's just forget about him"
The car was cold and it smelled like old cigarettes and pine
In her bag I saw things she drew when she was nine
Like this one here
Her alone, nobody near
"What a shame, let's just not talk about it"
No, it doesn't look like you
But you did wear cowboy boots
That's your thing
There's no question about it
Once we got back inside
With one ear to the ground
I was ready to hide
Because I don't know who's around
And you look scared
"It's our secret, do not tell, okay?
Let's just not talk about it
Don't tell, okay?
Let's just forget all about it"

January 1932

When she sat on the couch downstairs, the opening of her dress showed the beginning of her breasts, and I wanted to kiss her there. I was acutely upset and trembling. I was becoming aware of her sensitiveness and fear of her own feelings. She talked, but now i knew she talked to evade a deeper inner talk - the things we could not say.

Apt

Meire

Up

When?

Plath

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel
you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter—
they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept
in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Lenkiewicz

L. Cohen

Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you're tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.

Interior

Almost

Wolf bite

Twilight zone

Rest

Except in retrospect

I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.