La Plage Sud

The Phrenologer’s Window II – Betye Saar

La Plage Sud

Some people want to help
Some want to talk
Some know there is a difference
between sick and sickly.
That one ends,
one is.

I hate the way I look through all your eyes

Some people have 
the gift of foolishness,
others abandon.
More still sit up
floors above crowded bars
and try to think of synonyms for love.

Oh no, I know, they’re not—
They’re my your eyes.
It’s not that I don’t know
Just I can’t help seeing you look at me
as if you’ve just remembered what you promised

and what can really be.


The Phrenologer’s Window II – Betye Saar
you never call, you never write...

(get in touch!)
you never call, you never write...

(get in touch!)