Articles by: Frida Bilson
Articles by: Frida Bilson

Table of Contents

  • Preamble
  • Section A: An overemphasis on the importance of interest.
  • Section B: The history of Post-Historic Art.
  • Section C: Timelessness versus irrelevance.
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Frida Bilson

  • marriage is

  • listfully listening

  • the entire spectrum of the Northern Lights,

  • we went to the beach last week.

  • remind me to sit up straight every once in a while,

  • i always knew

  • Abandon moved next-door last week.

  • You and i rolled and toppled

  • i like knowing that She has pooped recently

  • She is with Abandon again.

  • oh, well

  • my Love is out there

  • i’m an old book that She loves to reread.

  • i am jealous for You.

  • the three of us last night

  • She is here with Abandon.

  • She moaned in her sleep,

  • what is my value

  • what is more devastating

  • i was sitting on a long bench in a coffee shop

  • Abandon was at the front door

  • the other day I stumbled

  • in the middle of a train station

  • i had a premonition about

  • floundering gasping quiet unmovingly

  • swallow me.

  • Abandon,

  • we two are drifting

  • this morning she left me

  • i hear the door open, ask Her:

  • sometimes with You

  • comfort and pleasure

  • She loves me.

  • a man made a commitment to his wife

  • wait until after the storm,

  • a fight.

  • Quote from Frida Bilson, acclaimed young writer, gone too soon

  • out of the every we went,

  • Abandon,

  • we fucked last night.

  • it is strange to me that there exists

  • half asleep

  • when faced with a radically difficult, life-changing decision,

  • i wake up in Purgatory

  • unwant.

  • the most important thing i’ve learned
    is this:

  • i am afraid She will leave me &

  • why is She fighting to keep me

  • steadily dribbling down chain-link gutters

  • don’t say that,

  • a cloud

  • leaving You is a pain i heal from

  • of anything i’ve yet found

  • my only reservation

  • I’ve run away with Abandon.

  • i left and i’m lonely

  • siphon my love from me

  • Abandon held and cradled me,

  • My breath, each one, lightens Me

  • the forest floor,

  • the relief was self-actualizing.

  • a long, stray hair,

  • and yet