Smoking-greencaterpillar - Until I See You Again

The Second Sex, Simone de Beauvoir // Brokeback Mountain (2005) // Moon Song, Phoebe Bridgers // The Second Sex, Simone de Beauvoir // A Lover's Discourse, Roland Barthes // A Ghost Story (2017) // The Second Sex, Simone de Beauvoir // Candy (2006) // Letters to Vera, Vladimir Nabokov.

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; "The Death Baby,"

Lana del Rey, from Violet Bent Backward Over the Grass; "Never to Heaven,"

𝔚𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔠𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔶?

Grow up with me.

Let’s run in fields and fear the dark together.

Fall of swings, and burn special things,

and both play outside in bad weather.

Let’s eat badly.

Let’s watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy.

Let’s sit in the back of the car,

making eye contact with strangers driving past,

making them uncomfortable.

Not caring.

Not swearing.

Don’t fuck.

Let’s both reclaim our superpowers;

the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth.

The ability not to fear social awkwardness.

To panic when locked in the cellar;

still sure there’s something down there.

And while picking from pillows each feather,

let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed,

forcing us closer together.

Let’s sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces;

sticking our tongues out at passers by.

Let’s cry.

Let’s swim.

Let’s everything.

Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over.

Classical music is boring.

Poetry baffles us both;

there’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant.

Plays are long, tiresome, sullen, and filled;

with hours that could be spent rolling down hills,

and grazing our knees on cement.

Let’s hear stories and both lose our inocence.

Learn about parents and hforgiveness,

death and morality,

kindness and art,

thus losing both of our innocent hearts,

but at least we won’t do it apart.

Grow up with me.

— Keaton Henson

— Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem