— James Dean (via thatkindofwoman)
Ode to Chet Baker
If a trumpet solo could be described by words it would be ‘butter’ or ‘masturbating on a sunny afternoon while no one is home’.
I shake the night rains loose from sapling oaks
to catch the water on my face. The smooth
trunks cools my palms. Beneath the morning’s
clear, amazing corals, magnolia
blossoms do their slow unscrolling. Touch,
however light, would scar, and so I keep
myself from handling petals I know would
feel something like my lover’s skin:
[her] inner wrists, the hollow of [her] throat.
— Marisa de los Santos, opening lines to “First Light,” in From the Bones Out (University of South Carolina Press, 2000)