it is raining
which makes my heart break
for thinking about
one night
over and over again
this affection swallows me whole...

a new poem, written in the absence
of the person the poem is about

the mind
lush and tulmultuous
as a forest
sweet muddy ground
the smell of wet dirt
like the smell of skin
nerves tangled
twist through the skull
permanant impressions of nature
like lines around the eyes
air fragrant with greenery
that has been slightly trampled
by the forest creatures
their noises
shriek from a distance
yet never reveal their location
this forest will swallow whole.

"I think my days at Grey Gardens are limited." -Grey Gardens

Joanna Newsom-Ys (the whole album)