The Crunch of the Snow, or, The Clearmindedness That Accompanies Drinking Water and Eating Well

.a poem.

We shall have beds full of faint perfumes,
Divans as deep as tombs,
And strange flowers on shelves,
Opened for us under more beautiful skies.

Using their last warmth in emulation,
Our two hearts will be two vast torches,
Which will reflect their double lights
In our two spirits, those twin mirrors.

One evening, made of mystical rose and blue,
We will exchange one flash of light,
Like a long sob, laden with farewells;

And later an Angel, half opening the doors,
Will come, faithful and joyous, to reanimate
The tarnished mirrors and the dead flames.

--C. Baudelaire

.a list.

No FaceTime
No Pop Overs (showing up unexpected at her house)
No pain meds except for Tylenol
No driving under the speed limit on the freeway
No nightshade allergies
No inky pants on sheets or wall
No starting to say something and then stopping
Yes to gerber daisies
Yes pot
Yes 


.a performance.


This performance by Chelsea Wolfe of  House of Metal (Live at KEXP)  from the tour I absolutely loved.




be loved; be well,

k.

(Italicized text: Death of the Lovers, translated into English. From Les Fleurs du Mal by Charles Baudelaire)

(Unitalicized text: A list of the likes and rules of a tender heart I kept on my phone while trying to learn it.)

[image: Francis Bacon - Two Figures at a Window (1953)]

[Currently reading: Gone to Dust/Matt Goldman. It's surprisingly good so far. Well written Minneapolis noir from an author that worked on Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency and, evidently, wrote for Sienfeld)]