August 2010
“
The woman is perfected
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
“With her it’s different. It even fells different. With my past girlfriends, I fell I didn’t really do it with them. Lori, was my first wife. She was great but I feel she didn’t really love me for me. Sherilyn (Fenn) was a playboy bunny. I should’ve stopped when I found that out. She cheated on me and I don’t give a fuck about her. Jen (Jennifer Grey), was a relationship that was so fucked up. We didn’t do anything. I’m not even joking. We didn’t do anything. But Winona. It’s different, she’s my everything. She’s my soul, my heart, my girl, my wife to be, my baby’s mom, my leading lady. No one will ever fill her shoes. Trust me.”
—Johnny Depp on Winona Ryder, 1992.
