Asteroid City (2023)

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Asteroid City (2023)
i'm writing songs and thinkin' about u
“Me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow.”
— Toni Morrison, Beloved
when kafka said "all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding" and when richard siken said “if you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”
anne carson
“いつもいちばん言いたいことは 胸がつまり上手く言えないよ、 どんなこともしてあげれたら いつかはさ 見つけれたらいいのにね。 My chest is never good at saying the things I want to say the most, I hope I can find the words, someday, so that I can give them to you.”
— Plastic Tree | バンビ (via exospherique)
The Return, Dean Gioia
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
photographs by Akuma Aizawa
The Cure photographed by Peter L. Noble, 30. 8. 1981
always
i’m always afraid of ruining things
by saying them
out loud or in my head
the dock is falling apart
but we are waiting for a ship
that promised to come home
it’s a revival but no one knows
what we’re bringing back
we’re on our last leg
we’re closing up shop forever
we’re throwing the baby out
with the bath water
the last petal always lands on
loves me not
by definition of uninterrupted time
or no matter what
the other word for forever
you could say the bridge is always
coming apart when i’m on it
or that i step in front of bullets
that were never meant for me
that someone’s always pulling the ladder up
behind them when i’ve agreed to go last
i used to think it must be beautiful
to be naive
of the damage you cause
i’m always holding my phone
at weird angles
trying to shazam the wind
or river rushing by
the way grief always comes
crawling back inside
the way you’re always indiscriminately
angry with me
for this things i do or am about to
things i did in dreams and in a vacuum
always unringing the church bells
and jumping the gun
we’re always spitting in our hands
to make a deal
or make amends
you’re always on my mind when i blow out
birthday candles and when i consider
the currency of love
i’m always praying in the church
of missing you
the lights on the dash lit up like christmas
tiny microcosms without the festivities
always checking your eyes
for signs of life
always talking during my favorite part
of the movie
a day late and a dollar short
always losing it in the parking lot
when the music comes back on
always dragging the bedroom for bodies
the way i thought you’d always be there
why i always draw the nine of swords
asking my father why he always
let the fish go
the time machine always turning back
into a pumpkin
do we cry when we couldn’t hold on?
or because we always knew
we’d never be able to
why you always gotta make it about us?
it’s always sunny where you are
i’m always on my way but never there
something else always
glittering in the distance
when i want your attention
i always feel like the band on the titanic
i’m singing my letters love always
i’m signing off forever
thank you for always coming through
with a machete
when the wound is almost healed
to make sure it’s mortal
i was always under the impression
you’d give up on me
i remember you saying
“you are always welcome here” & “the door is
always open”
and then never speaking to me again
the shore always just out of reach
i always want to leave you voicemails
wondering what’s real
mommy fortuna always able
to spot the difference
there will be tears
there will always be tears
why are you always saying that to me
why are you always telling me
not to get hysterical
you told me to grow a set of eyes
in the back of my head
i never was able to bring that to fruition
they grew in ways that made me see
the way she speaks in i told you so’s
how she always avoids asking me
how i’ve been
we’re always taking turns
blaming each other
i thought you wanted life like a rocky movie
i’m always fighting the final boss
always talking about things
in the past tense
always wondered what that would look like
under an x ray
always disassociating in public
rubbing table lamps in target
under the halogen bulbs
rubbing my hands raw
on every teapot in the antique store
that reminds me of aladdin
i always thought urza
breaking into phyrexia to steal xantcha’s heart
was the perfect love story
when we pry your chest open
with the jaws of life to reveal
the same purple black explosion
as when i jam my eyes closed
on nights i open up like a crater
always running from the fight
when the knives come out
running your finger along the bleached bone
of my jaw just before removing my teeth
we cook from the same pantry
but the meal made with love
tastes different
the mechanic under the hood always
saying “see there’s your problem”
taking a hammer to the magic 8 ball
after everything shakes out
i always get the feeling you’re through with me
that my usefulness is almost dried up
always pretending not to notice
when i’m inconsolable
but says she’s an empath
the crossword puzzzle
always wants to know the french word
for drowning
we’re dropping like flies
because we don’t talk about
the things that kill us
can i tell you a secret
life is full of hard pills to swallow
i’m always taking my medicine
always wanted to be buried
on the spot where i heard you say it
i always wanted to write a poem about
the never ending story
that made you feel like you
were in the mud pulling too
the end is always your favorite part
have you read the paper this morning?
the mood ring always black
you’re always making that face
when i decide to breathe
or when i take the lions share
of the suffering
i’m always telling jenny
that i know what love is
i’m always mistaken
i thought i saw the yellow portals
opening in my peripheral
i thought i heard you say
on your left
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19th Century Sacred Heart holy card
Pink night.
Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; “Torna Atrás”
[Text ID: “how it is / that a man could love— and so / diminish what he loves.”]