Star-Eaters: “It Is Hard To See Anyone Who Has Become / Like Your Own Body To You. And Now I Can’t Forget.” — Carl Phillips, From “Just The Wind For A Sound, Softly,” Silverchest (Via Lifeinpoetry)
hellenhighwater: pinkuma-buccus: chestnut-pastel: You’re lying on the sofa under a blanket, lights dimmed, watching your favourite TV show. Your cat is laid across you, sleeping but purring quietly. All is calm. All is good. but then out of the corner
