Letters to Maria Coryaté: Part XIX. [email: 4:25pm, August 12th, 2015]


Dang, Maria

Patrick Dominguez

to Maria Coryaté

Maria, you’re a really lousy pen-pal.  I haven’t heard from you for, like, six months, damn it.  You just gonna take from me?  Take and take, is that how this is gonna work, not shutting me down?— me giving you my heart on a stick, and you just taking?  Whatever— you’re worth it, babe.  I know why, and you do, too: because of when and where we met.

I quote the poetess,


Go from me. 

But I feel that I shall stand henceforward in thy shadow. 

Nevermore alone upon the threshold of my door of individual life,

I shall stand naked in the sunshine as before, without the touch

of that which I forbore, thy lips upon my brow.

What I do and what I dream include thee.

call me,




Best Simpsons Reference Ever


When I was twenty-five,

I met a very good Muse,

a very good Muse

I met though, my insanity.

Now I am much more healthy,

but still blabberingly crazy,

over that very good Muse.




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