+ At the Prytania + Bethany + Worms + Things That I Have Only One Of + Rising + Violets, Time, and Motherhood + Marxism + Pushkin email aaron@belz.net more at belz.net | At the Prytania Venerable mushroom, I may lodge in you tonight; may I lodge in you, tonight; elder bede, gothic charmer, I may, may I lodge in you; special K trickster, holy oatmeal diviner, water witch and milk witch and cucumber sandwich on soft bread trimmed of crust, lily-white priest pulling leashed pet, let me lodge in your harmless home far from my malaise; muse Melete, speak kindly to this cakeworm come to your benevolent biscuit party and let me lodge in your, may I lodge, sleep. For difficulties associated with newspaper; for the painstaking terrors of her laying out each fish to dry in the sun, and for the stucco convent outer wall that also bakes; for the fervor of the city's red core in which I smoke goblin horrors also red and bake in fevers I may lodge in you, may I. And you, old Terpsichore, I love you. |