Love here is feral, comic, doomed, and still worth saying yes to. By the time the captain goes silent, the poem has become exactly what it insists it is: a lullaby for people who know better and go anyway.
"And if you find yourself caught under the sycamore trees in a sudden rain, drenched and thunderstruck—which would be fine—made breathless by the simplest thing, say yes." I really like "—which would be fine—" because it lend itself to the overarching theme of the prose. Every piece of what you are feeling, no matter how big or small, is just a fact of life-so just let it happen.
Love here is feral, comic, doomed, and still worth saying yes to. By the time the captain goes silent, the poem has become exactly what it insists it is: a lullaby for people who know better and go anyway.
Oh, this is grand stuff.
"And if you find yourself caught under the sycamore trees in a sudden rain, drenched and thunderstruck—which would be fine—made breathless by the simplest thing, say yes." I really like "—which would be fine—" because it lend itself to the overarching theme of the prose. Every piece of what you are feeling, no matter how big or small, is just a fact of life-so just let it happen.
"the sea is only waist deep" and I'm happily drowning in it ❤️
Siken never fails to leave me dizzy and lingering in his prose.
'Dizzy' is such a perfect description. Dizzy & undone.
I really love how this meanders around and makes sense out of the strange. Text book on how to write a prose poem