Owl Be Damned

this is a letter.

[perrfectly]

Credits belong to owner x

[itspandaacid]

Andrea Gibson, Birthday

[owlbedamned]

[weltenwellen]

Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me

[reuels]

Past Lives (2023) dir. Celine Song

[owlbedamned]

[owlbedamned]

If you are reading this,

Hello.

How are you?

[nietzscheandme]

Auguste Rodin, Lovers

[dozydawn]

Dolores and Karla. Europe, 1961. Kodachrome slides.

[lifeinpoetry]

Watch me build a life and feel fed. I’ll leave hurt at the door. I am so painfully full of love. I could even say my heart is simple, again.

— Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “Transgender heroic: all this ridiculous flesh,” Water I Won’t Touch

[theendofthefilm]

[owlbedamned]

[owlbedamned]

Last night I dreamed I had an affair.

A fleeting moment.

A kiss in a stairwell.

A face buried in my neck,

His hot breath.

My deep sigh.

Finally, it wasn’t your kiss.

Finally, it wasn’t your breath.

Finally, a man who wasn’t you.

I woke like a bird seeing its cage had been open all this time.

[anthenia]

[anthenia]

[owlbedamned]

Two nights ago I dreamed you and I were standing in a room with blood red walls.

And my face was everywhere.

My face a thousand times, drawn, painted, sketched.

On scraps of paper,

Bar napkins,

Canvas,

Fabric,

Flower petals,

Bed sheets.

A shrine to my hair wisps and flat mouth.

You stood next to me and said the room smelled like death.

And as you turned to leave,

You dropped a single lit match.

I burned with all of my selves.

[owlbedamned]