Feeling Lucky

Fucker couldn't even kill me if he tried

Fucker couldn't even kill me if he tried

Just think, someday we'll be buried here, side by side, six feet under in matching coffins.

Wonder Bar (1934) Money From Home (1953)

“What a wonderful next year it’s going to be. What fun we’ll have!”

you don’t have to run—

that closeness won’t hold you captive,

that my love isn’t a contract,

that staying wouldn’t hinder your growth.

I wouldn’t ask you

to promise anything,

or to choose.

I would be with you

unconditionally—

asking nothing, only offering.

But some truths cannot be given;

they have to be discovered.

And by the time you learn

that safety doesn’t cage,

that connection doesn’t cost you yourself,

I may already be gone.

Not because I didn’t care,

but because waiting

was slowly teaching me

My dearest sweetheart, Klara, I can't stand it any longer. Take your key and open post office box 237 and take me out of my envelope... and kiss me.