A tattoo of an oxytocin molecule, the hormone that makes one fall in love.
(via zebragallorecolleen)
“LizSmalls Reciting ‘A Place Remembered’ - RAW Video”
Video and Text by LizSmalls
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Here is a photo of me
Reenacting a photo of you
Reenacting a photo of your father
At Patchin Place, NYC.
e. e. cummings is great but
I was a fan of you and your writing
And of you.
You had sticks of gum
In the small pocket
Of your rolled up jeans
And cool red shades
That broke in my bag
In Carolina
Where I kissed you for the last time
Unknowingly
At the bus stop
Early in the morning.
A plane flies overhead
And I remember you
Standing in the airport
In your checkered shirt
In 3D
You had something in your teeth
You were perfect.
You have a beard now,
My hair is long.
It has been a while but
I still can’t listen to Abbey Road
And I make tea for one
With my kettle on the hob.
This cul-de-sac
Was alive and warm then
Now it is dead and cold
But Spring is coming,
So they tell me.
I pray you are as happy now
As I was then
With you
At Patchin Place.
