For Hans Carossa by Rainer Maria Rilke
Been sick the past few days. I want a brownie. Also I am trying not to write you a letter. For Hans Carossa Rainer Maria Rilke Translated by Stephen Mitchell Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting still has a shape in the kingdom
What birds plunge through is not the intimate space by Rainer Maria Rilke
My sister S. is a very proud, hard woman. I imagine her heart weighs heavy, crafted solid, a big rock. I imagine it has a lot of tiny rough edges that can cut and make you bleed. When she speaks,