{random poetry #96}

Love is a Dirty Thing by Macrae, J.

o amor quer-se sujo, a poesia visceral.

“the people we most love do become a physical part of us, 

ingrained in our synapses, 

in the pathways where memories are created.” 

O'Rourke, M., in The Long Goodbye: A Memoir of Grief

“ i know you think you understand what you thought i said 

but i'm not sure you realize that 

what you heard is not what i meant”

Greenspan, A.

i was alone in hell, so i just made the best of it. 

always had a subversive pleasure of enjoying myself.