I am not your hero, and this is not poetry (I)
Don't make me a hero. This is not poetry. This is a story about a girl who takes everything too seriously, a boy who sometimes doesn't think before speaking and a dog who watched them both, just sitting there A fixture you only notice like how you'd notice a bulb that flickers right before it's about to blow. This is a story about waiting for the phone to ring, bad reception, the emptiness of university corridors in the summer and the way make up melts in the equatorial humdi
Lightly
“It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.
I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.
Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me.
When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos,
no self conscious
