Farrah Field > Quotes

“Sort of Coping"

Why is anyone in the world so terrible. Real catastrophe
and catastrophizing. If we only knew when it was going to
happen.

I saw you put your hands on the floor. Intimacy without
disturbances.
The scope here of memorization, planets. The history of children

sitting still. You are so cute in all your facebook photos.
When you moved to Portland I forgot we used to call you

Tumbleweed Tex. All those barking dogs, feathered hair.
We have something in common I never mention. I wish

I’d written it down and folded it into one of your piles
saying I want to read every one of these books! Do you think

you’ll have read them all before the end of time. Did you go in
to see her when she was dead. Maybe you already knew.”
― Farrah Field

“I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What's an arm.”
― Farrah Field, Rising

“Wasps know by knowing.
There is no night, only the time
when insects gather to watch us.”
― Farrah Field, Rising

“A presence is made of the tiniest things. I sweep you up softly. You stayed too long. How is it you fly with every good intention.”
― Farrah Field, Rising

“She has a litany of names by you and in her constant bulb of longing, she whispers them into her bent elbow, into this grand imagination that you wouldn't cause her pain, that you think of her, too, but dare not erase her fantastic yearning.”
― Farrah Field, Rising

“Does a lover own your absence.”
― Farrah Field

“Keep your small shy away from the dent you make.”
― Farrah Field, Rising

“You were never good at scent, I suppose.
I decreased,
weakened and sensitive to minor comments.”
― Farrah Field, Rising

“I hate that I am crowded with no ghost.”
― Farrah Field, Rising