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I wish I could be like Persephone strolling along in a sunny meadow. Then the earth could simply crack open and swallow me up.

I wouldn’t want any of the other aspects of the myth. I’d skip the parts where I would have to continue on as a sentient being, who is punished for eating a few pomegranate seeds—condemned to marry the King of Death and forced every six months to return to earth to live with my mother.

I just want that instant shut out and disappearance.

Or a lullaby to sing me to sleep forever. Maybe that was what Langston Hughes was suggesting in Suicide Note“The calm, cool face of the river asked me for a kiss.”

A lullaby, a kiss, a crack in the ground—any of these could take me away in an instant.

July 26th, 2013