
Sunday
Thursday
Wednesday
Tuesday
Monday
the castle of the cormorants
Hamlet with
a cormorant
under his arm
married Ophelia.
She was still
wet from drowning.
She looked like
a white flower
that had been
left in the
rain too long.
I love you
said Ophelia,
and I love
that dark
bird you
hold in
your arms.
-richard brautigan
big sur
february 1958
Friday
Thursday
Lonny
Lonny is
two years old.
Yesterday
she and I
whispered together.
I didn't know
what she was
whispering about,
and she didn't
know what I was
whispering about.
We whispered
very softly,
and acted as if
we understood
each other
perfectly.
--R. Brautigan
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