This is an ode to the sucker who marries me
There will come a day When I will be a wrinkled photograph of the woman you once fell for My waist will expand with the fullness of anniversaries Stretch with the breadth of good bread and red wine My breasts will sag with the relief of a job well done On this day I will tell you That my calloused skin weathered these storms So that you would know What unconditional really felt like These...
Examine all that you have been told and your very flesh shall become a great...– Walt Whitman
I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead,...– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)