i feel neither naked nor brunch anymore.

the end is
the beginning
is the end.

memorandum

seni hınzı(r)

stop that plane turn it around

and i feel, so much depends on the weather

so is it raining in your bedroom?

talking in bed

talking in bed ought to be easiest
lying together there goes back so far
an emblem of two people being honest
yet more and more time passes silently.
outside the wind's incomplete unrest
builds and disperses clouds about the sky.
and dark towns heap up on the horizon.
none of this cares for us. nothing shows why
at this unique distance from isolation
it becomes still more difficult to find
words at once true and kind
or not untrue and not unkind.

philip (fuckin) larkin