Immortal Longings

50 the minnesota review Elizabeth McBride Immortal Longings To stand before the Parthenon until I've had enough, to wear a silver scarab, to bank the perfect fuck for a dreary day. Sometimes I don't even know what I want until I open my mouth and say it. I asked you for a sports car this morning. I could have sworn I was too practical for such nonsense. Immortal longings. Suspended above a whirlpool of desires, one foot slipping, lodging itself in a diamond shaped hole, toes longing to bathe themselves in acquisitions steam themselves in extravagant states, of passion. Still, I increase my strength with small maneuvers; I paint my toenails, keep my mouth shut. If I don't ask you for a sports car, maybe I won't even know I want one. ...