melancholia

i remember a summer, years ago, when i borrowed this book from A. i spent weeks reading it over and over, and i loved it so much. i can't even remember the title, now. last night i found myself thinking of that summer, the stifling heat and A. and i babysitting and that book. the writing style reminded me of william faulkner. perhaps that's why i loved it so much.

and so this, because the bible is everything it says it condemns -

it's an unbeautiful romance, darling
the words spilling from pen in nonsense words:
" i love you " speaks a lie & " forever " never
exsists & a wish for somethinganything to mark
and claim as yours is right there waiting beneath
the tree marked with your name engraved: ( Eve
l o v e s Adam ) but Adam l o v e s Steve - you
drive away a bitter toxin by driving fingers warm
and sticky into her and mumbling a mantra of sorts:
" mine mine mine mine " & you wonder faintly if
the smell of burning wood & falling gems are a
sign that Eden is (finally) burning