Why do I keep so clean, like all the other
animals? Why do I worry

if the children lie too thickly
dreaming their dreams, in a heavy sleep
like fog I write so much
on the inside of my brain
that I forget what it was
that I wanted to tell you. But
through the open door, warm
white rose petals blow in.

—Kathleen Spivack, from “I Want to Tell You”
Art Credit Lee Grant

12:00 pm  •  8 January 2013  •  81 notes