“I live by impulse, by emotion, by white heat”
–Anais Nin, “Henry and June, A Tunnel of Love
impulse would not wait
to feel the white intensity;
with no emotion to attach,
she’d coldly leap away,
unfinished, unresolved.
no tidy ends in escape,
just bloodied stumps
where our hands were
torn away through neglect,
and unrequited regret.
(August 19, 2018)
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