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Laughing Medusas

When I write, it's everything that we don't know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation, and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search for love. In one another we will never be lacking. ~Helene Cixous "The Laugh of the Medusa"

Monday, May 10, 2004

Shakespeare

You once promised sonnets on my naked back and Shakespeare in my ear… do you remember?

It seems so far away now. When fantasy was all that existed, it seemed so real. The comfort of this distance, layered miles between us, has been deflating slowly with a gentle hiss that roars deafeningly in my ears.

But all I want to hear is you, whispering Shakespeare.

~Asherah

posted @ 3:38 AM

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