she's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand

[ivyology]

There are things, she says, we cannot say. But to keep them down in the body doesn't save us. Even if we use equal meaning, nakedness may not rise to the occasion of high noon. Legend says time began when an eagle pierced the sun and was consumed in fire. Moment of transfiguration, sublime and pitiful. The mind suffering sunstroke, overcome by its own light just when it thinks it is defeating the darkness. (-Rosmarie Waldrop)

I am hungry and tired and unwashed and I don't know which bodily need to attend to first. Must not be functioning very well because the act of prioritizing has rendered me paralyzed.

The days are spinning by and I hardly see them passing. If I don't watch out my whole life will be swallowed up in the crush of inevitability before I even have the chance to open my eyes and say wait -