Ruth Awad > Quotes

“Dirt poor, my mother describes it, though land is more valuable
than almost anything. America and its incongruent abundance:
fields of corn and the hungry in the streets. The cattle well fed.”
― Ruth Awad

“The hurt returns as it always intended—it is tender
as the inside of my thighs, it is as blue, too. O windless,

wingless sky, show me your empire of loneliness,
let me spring from the jaws of what tried to kill me.

Let me look at your face and see a heaven worth having, all
your sorry angels falling off a piano bench, laughing.

Do you burn because you remember darkness? Outside
the joy is clamoring. It is almost like the worst day of your life

is ordinary for everyone else.”
― Ruth Awad