Friday, June 24
I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT LOVE AGAIN Those who live to have it and those who live to give it. Of course there are those for whom both are true, but never in the same measure. Those who have to give it are like cardinals in the snow. So easy and beautifully lit. Some are rabbits. Hard to see except for those who would prey upon them: all that softness and quaking and blood. Those who want it cannot be satisfied. Eagle-eyed and such talons, any furred thing will do. So easy to rip out a heart when it is throbbing so hard. I wander out into the winter. I know what I am. (Vivee Francis)