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“we are holding hands in the barrel of a gun. they pull the trigger, but when she is kissing me only cherry blossoms come out.”
― Heaven or This
― Heaven or This
“there is no story where two girls
get a happy ending. she tells me fine, we’ll write it ourselves”
― Heaven or This
get a happy ending. she tells me fine, we’ll write it ourselves”
― Heaven or This
“The wildness of this life grows & grows & continues to astound me with how large it is, how little I know of it.”
― Monsoon Dream
― Monsoon Dream
“Sixteen and in love when our existence is taboo and still I choose you. I choose you.”
― Heaven or This
― Heaven or This
“We didn't pray but we drank
our coffee out of the same mugs
every morning, which we decided
was almost the same thing.”
― So, Stranger
our coffee out of the same mugs
every morning, which we decided
was almost the same thing.”
― So, Stranger
“Ask any woman & she’ll tell you why Eve bit
into that apple. Why she chose the universe instead of you.”
―
into that apple. Why she chose the universe instead of you.”
―
“In the story that matters,
we’re sixteen and flames are the only
centre of gravity. In the story that matters,
we choose each other anyway. We choose
each other, curse after curse, night after night,
fire after fire. Sixteen and in love when
our existence is taboo and still I choose you. I
choose you. Sixteen and changelings, and
I choose you in broken wings, I choose you in
burning stakes, magnet eyes, infinite amnesia,
I choose you out of untried hearts and endless
ashes, I choose you. I choose you. In the story
that matters, in the story that exists, two girls
are running, the fires forget how to burn,
and always, always, I choose you”
― Heaven or This
we’re sixteen and flames are the only
centre of gravity. In the story that matters,
we choose each other anyway. We choose
each other, curse after curse, night after night,
fire after fire. Sixteen and in love when
our existence is taboo and still I choose you. I
choose you. Sixteen and changelings, and
I choose you in broken wings, I choose you in
burning stakes, magnet eyes, infinite amnesia,
I choose you out of untried hearts and endless
ashes, I choose you. I choose you. In the story
that matters, in the story that exists, two girls
are running, the fires forget how to burn,
and always, always, I choose you”
― Heaven or This
“You've got the drivers license and I've got the poetry,
so isn't this enough for superstition?”
― Portrait of My Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing
so isn't this enough for superstition?”
― Portrait of My Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing
“I want to know what the world knows
& I can't tell if that's because I'm a poet
or because I have hands.”
― So, Stranger
& I can't tell if that's because I'm a poet
or because I have hands.”
― So, Stranger
“There has to be a word for the kind of loneliness shared by two, a loneliness big enough to rechristen itself as lineage.”
― So, Stranger
― So, Stranger
“I pick up the phone mostly because it's raining,
& my father says how come you never
call me anymore & I say how come you never
take your meds.”
― So, Stranger
& my father says how come you never
call me anymore & I say how come you never
take your meds.”
― So, Stranger
“Look at her. Tell me that girl is not a song of burning. Look at her and tell me her eyes are not a housefire waiting to happen.”
― Portrait of My Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing
― Portrait of My Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing
“When I swallow
the sea he wakes up gasping & I am sure of nothing
except that I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm still sorry.”
― So, Stranger
the sea he wakes up gasping & I am sure of nothing
except that I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm still sorry.”
― So, Stranger
“My philosophy
professor says the thing
Plato called math, Cicero
called music, the way my father
knew my name for 20 years
before I was born but
to this day must still be
reminded of my birthday.”
― So, Stranger
professor says the thing
Plato called math, Cicero
called music, the way my father
knew my name for 20 years
before I was born but
to this day must still be
reminded of my birthday.”
― So, Stranger
“The unmooring
of the wrists is absolutely out of
the question: I've learned all I need
to know about stillness. In these bird
bones, there is no noise anymore
that couldn't pass for music.”
― So, Stranger
of the wrists is absolutely out of
the question: I've learned all I need
to know about stillness. In these bird
bones, there is no noise anymore
that couldn't pass for music.”
― So, Stranger
“I know nothing of love, but I know everything of softness.”
― Heaven or This
― Heaven or This
“If that mouth is not holy then God never spoke. How much skin, how much yearning exists here, in this space where nothing is less than anything else?”
― Portrait of My Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing
― Portrait of My Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing





