we are heading. So fast. But is this fast. I must speak
what is in my
heart. I don’t know
if there’s anything left now in
my heart. It is so
dry. I must
scour it with
words.
‘You Shall Not Speak’, a poem by Jorie Graham.
www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v4...
we are heading. So fast. But is this fast. I must speak
what is in my
heart. I don’t know
if there’s anything left now in
my heart. It is so
dry. I must
scour it with
words.
‘You Shall Not Speak’, a poem by Jorie Graham.
www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v4...
Just me, Tito, and a smooth ride.
Just me, Tito, and a smooth ride.