anna katherine

All hearts float in their own
deep oceans of no light,
wetblack and glimmering,
their four mouths gulping like fish.
Hearts are said to pound:
this is to be expected, the heart’s
regular struggle against being drowned.

(Margaret Atwood, “The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart”)

In the U.S. you have to
be a deviant or die of boredom.
(–William S. Burroughs)

The task I must undertake is towering over me like a great big monolith… It is too big to contemplate, so I think I will go and have a little look at the internet.

(NB: Before I had 24/7 access to the internet, when I was a tiny and precocious child, my procrastination took the form of reading spy novels and the encyclopedia, and crocheting enormous blankets out of ugly acrylic yarn. –Anna.)