I say “I will cut adrift - I will sit on pavements and drink coffee, I will see the Southern hills; I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim.” I say all this; with energy; but shall I do it? Shan’t I peter out here, till the fountain fills again? I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep.
—Virginia Woolf , The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Vol. 3: 1925-30
just walking out the door
but I keep getting pinned against it
with my legs around your waist and it’s like
my lips want you like my lungs want air,
it’s just what they where born to do so
I am sitting at work thinking of you
cutting vegetables in my kitchen
your hair in my shower drain
your fingers on my spine in the morning
while we listen to Muddy Waters, I know
you will never be the one I call home
but the way you talk about poems
like marxists talk of revolution
it makes me want to keep trying.
I’m still looking for reasons to love you.
I’m still looking for proof you love me.