Glove Compartment

"I remember golden days when all this was a mystery."
I like the enigmatic and unknown. I'm a mess, but I'm telling you I'm trying to change.

… my whole sky craves
an island of tenderness.
My rivers tilt towards you.

Marina Tsvetaeva, from “My ear attends to you,” in Selected Poems, translated by Elaine Feinstein (Penguin Classics, 1994)

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