“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.”
Presenting “Surkh”. The essence of an ailing heart, bereft of all adornments, dissolving in the chaos around, holding herself through all the pain.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.”
Presenting “Surkh”. The essence of an ailing heart, bereft of all adornments, dissolving in the chaos around, holding herself through all the pain.