Layers
I take my Anna everywhere.
She is so beautiful she can break
a man’s heart with a look,
the proud thrust of her shoulder.
She tells me she will die young.
I tell her all beautiful women have the same
premonition. Brevity is the stamp
of beauty, sealing it in the mouths of men.
I take my Anna everywhere.
She has the unpitying gaze of a goddess.
All the men who see her
want to live their wrecked lives forever.
there’s a project called “poetry on the way” on the TTC that showcases poems written by canadians. boyfriend says this one always reminds him of me…
Phil dancing on the subway feat. ILL NANA
omg toronto + ttc + ILL NANA.
ILL NANAAAAAAA
(via man-themed)