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“I won't tell you how I survived the wreckage. This story doesn't leave the ocean floor.”
― This Way to the Sugar
― This Way to the Sugar
“I have built myself a safer body, covered the rot with rot.”
― This Way to the Sugar
― This Way to the Sugar
“I want to be a braver kind of meat
to say, show yourself & mean it
but how long have I prepared for the
dragon
only to run in the other direction.”
― Not Here
to say, show yourself & mean it
but how long have I prepared for the
dragon
only to run in the other direction.”
― Not Here
“Again, Let Me Tell You What I Know About Trust
—not a damn thing. So let me tell
you what I know
about forgiveness—this joke can go on
& on, see?
I guess I'm trying to understand
what makes a man
carry guilt the same way he would a
bat.”
― Not Here
—not a damn thing. So let me tell
you what I know
about forgiveness—this joke can go on
& on, see?
I guess I'm trying to understand
what makes a man
carry guilt the same way he would a
bat.”
― Not Here
“One more thing before you
leave: once, I chose a man
because he looked how I imagine
you would now. Soft hair & a flat
smile. I asked him not to speak. I
asked him to slap me.”
― Not Here
leave: once, I chose a man
because he looked how I imagine
you would now. Soft hair & a flat
smile. I asked him not to speak. I
asked him to slap me.”
― Not Here
“The narrow clearing down to the river
I walk alone, out of breath
my body catching on each branch.
Small children maneuver around me.
Often, I want to return to my old body
a body I also hated, but hate less
given knowledge.
Sometimes my friends—my friends
who are always beautiful & heartbroken
look at me like they know
I will die before them.
I think the life I want
is the life I have, but how can I be sure?
There are days when I give up on my body
but not the world. I am alive.
I know this. Alive now
to see the world, to see the river
rupture everything with its light.”
―
I walk alone, out of breath
my body catching on each branch.
Small children maneuver around me.
Often, I want to return to my old body
a body I also hated, but hate less
given knowledge.
Sometimes my friends—my friends
who are always beautiful & heartbroken
look at me like they know
I will die before them.
I think the life I want
is the life I have, but how can I be sure?
There are days when I give up on my body
but not the world. I am alive.
I know this. Alive now
to see the world, to see the river
rupture everything with its light.”
―
“since my body is a sea, a good sea, the ocean, maybe,”
― This Way to the Sugar
― This Way to the Sugar
