Charles Simic wished he could find a needle swift enough to sew poems into blankets. I'm helping him look - and in the meantime, I'm collecting pieces of warmth.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Oh, You Should Know Who This Is.
"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta."
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