edwards drive-in

my reaction to the movie tarnation:


the peculiar, the ones we’ll call mad, speak using the same words as the rest of us. listen
to it, the timbre, the siempre, the eyes too far apart for their own good.

gay boys take care of their mothers better than the rest of us, and they never grow old,
like peter pan, like ponce de leon, their carried faces of impoverished
nobility carry the years that you see in those that they hold close. think of your
own mother. think: I can’t do this now. think: I never could.

so soon a shower or something else to pass a few more hours. and the righteous, oh the
righteous, they get so lonely in their navigation.