mockingbirdgirl:What Was NotLuggage Frank Bidart You wear your body as if without illusions. You
mockingbirdgirl: What Was Not Luggage Frank Bidart You wear your body as if without illusions. You speak of former lovers with some contempt for their interest in sex. Wisdom of the spirit, you imply, lies in condescension and poise. …Fucking, I can feel the valve opening, the flood is too much. Or too little. I am insatiable, famished by repetition. Now all you see is that I am luggage that smiles as it is moved from here to there. We could have had ecstasies. In your stray moments, as now in mine, may what was not rise like grief before you. Image by Tom Hines -- source link