They Say the Heart Wants
what it wants, but no one tells you what it gets.
So here’s a list, mine: tall grasses, blowing in the wind,
swirled glass cups, peacock blue, bought in Lebanon.
Fog off the California cliffs, dark boulders on the shore.
Fog off the California cliffs, dark boulders on the shore.
Billie Holiday’s I’ll be seeing you in all the old
familiar places, cycling through my auditory cortex.
familiar places, cycling through my auditory cortex.
