summer afternoons you look at me as though
you meant to leave,
as though it never happened.
But I killed for you. I see armed firs, 36 more words
Tags » Louise Gluck
There always seems to be some sort of mysticism surrounding the notion of “myths”. Often, they can seem inaccessible. They’re something of the past, locked away in a box only Classics majors have the keys to, and not really something you think about on a day-to-day basis. 579 more words