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“i watched as they grew legs
and flung themselves over the edge, freedom a thing that first required a great fall. gods of this church. gods of all the others. i am falling and i am asking for so much: a hymn, a pardon, a soft place to land.”
― Helen of Troy, 1993: Poems
and flung themselves over the edge, freedom a thing that first required a great fall. gods of this church. gods of all the others. i am falling and i am asking for so much: a hymn, a pardon, a soft place to land.”
― Helen of Troy, 1993: Poems
“i didn’t know i was a person until i stopped being one.”
― Helen of Troy, 1993: Poems
― Helen of Troy, 1993: Poems
“we're frozen on the riverbank, pinned by
a sound that could crack our foundations,
that could transform us, unless we stop it cold.
our children run to touch what is dying—
their fathers, of course, are upstream with the guns.”
― Helen of Troy, 1993: Poems
a sound that could crack our foundations,
that could transform us, unless we stop it cold.
our children run to touch what is dying—
their fathers, of course, are upstream with the guns.”
― Helen of Troy, 1993: Poems
“...all those weirdos who sit around on message boards
just waiting to lend an ear to some sweet thing who can't
stand one more half hour of driving the dress shirts
to the dry cleaner and buffing the goddamn nogahyde,
who might take a peek at my shapely megabytes
and say oh you poor honey why don't i send you a one-way
plane ticket right out to my castle in beverly hills or san francisco and that would be *that* I swear to christ”
― Helen of Troy, 1993: Poems
just waiting to lend an ear to some sweet thing who can't
stand one more half hour of driving the dress shirts
to the dry cleaner and buffing the goddamn nogahyde,
who might take a peek at my shapely megabytes
and say oh you poor honey why don't i send you a one-way
plane ticket right out to my castle in beverly hills or san francisco and that would be *that* I swear to christ”
― Helen of Troy, 1993: Poems
