“tonight the backyard is brutal in its twilit emptiness & I have put my lips on the glass of his face again so I won't be lonely & I have dressed to please him because it's too quiet here my hand alive in the cage of his an actual dandelion in the grass beside his sandal the mosquitoes grazing our ankles we should go inside he says as the pitchblack comes on again like arsenic over the glowing lawn” BeautifulPoetryPoemRomanticLyricalDescriptiveFigurative LanguageDeborah LandauThe Last Usable Hour Book:The Last Usable Hour Source: The Last Usable Hour
“with his words in my head I slept for thirty or forty forevers while the grass shrieked and the trees tremored it was crazy letting my youth pass like that giving myself up to the abstract fears balconies collapsing over the east river as far as the eye could see until all is miniature wind over water without end when I am dead I will have something to say about death & all the men stretched out a girl must be a graveyard I am a descendant of fields and want to keep my mind off it, especially” DeathPoetryPoemAnxietyStormFearsDeborah LandauThe Last Usable HourWasted Youth Book:The Last Usable Hour Source: The Last Usable Hour
“immaculate middle-of-the-night quiet rainlessness the late moony sadness of the one specific mosquito dear someone you habituate me to the invisible I exit through you not as myself” PoetryPoemLovelyMysteriousMiddle Of The NightDescriptiveAtmosphericDeborah LandauThe Last Usable Hour Book:The Last Usable Hour Source: The Last Usable Hour
“I'd rather watch you doing it than do it myself. I'd rather hear about it. I want to be told. I'd rather just sit here. Hold the mask over my face while you do it to me. I'll put some music on. Now see how we grow aglow so young and beautiful our capillaries all lit up.” PoetrySexPoemDeborah LandauThe Last Usable Hour Book:The Last Usable Hour Source: The Last Usable Hour