Scott Baklava

the best jeff goldblum photoshoots are the ones where he looks like an exasperated museum curator who just got off the phone with his husband who informed him that their beloved border collie scuffed the living room floors which they JUST varnished last weekend and ugh sorry but he really doesnt have the time for this because he’s nursing a hangover from all the cherry merlot he consumed at last night’s company mixer which he’d promise himself he’d go easy on because he had a lot of errands to run the next day but he just got so caught up with trying to impress mrs van damme and has a tendency to hide his anxiety with booze which is something he’s been trying to work through but anyway he’s already at the tailor’s and he’s gotta get back to the office in 15 so he’ll see him at home and hangs up in a bit of a rush but realized that was kinda rude so he’s thinking of an appropriate emoji to send him to soften the blow while he’s waiting for darlene to bring him his smoking jacket

When you spoke of planting a tree of hope, I felt: Plant it, plant it. I will not shake it. Let me sit under it and look up at it. Spread it over me and meet me there often and let us hold each other close and look up into the boughs for buds and flowers.

             To be looked at by another animal, to be looked at by another animal, the country beautiful              and I so ugly inside it, such a huddled blemish in its peaks.