Do you believe in life after love?
Shadows slide over the earth, leaving and returning and leaving and descending
Brutus is the tragic hero of that play. It isn’t Caesar, ‘cause he dies
Do you know that feeling that swells up in your chest, and it kind of feels like gas, but it’s an emotional gas
she would do all she could so that her little coterie of sons would be always, always surrounded by fun, forever alive and ceaselessly in motion
the columns were already falling