cannellaeluce reblogged
I work my jobs, I take my pills. Knot the tie and go to work, unknot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing. I get out the hammer and start knocking in the wooden pegs that affix the meaning to the landscape, the inner life to the body, the names to the things.
Richard Siken, from Spork Press’ Editor’s Pages: “The Long and the Short of It” (via soracities)