Virginia

“I am light now, or on the side of light—: light-head, light-trophied. Light-wracked and light-gone. The sweet maize in fluorescence—: an eruption of light, or its feast, from the stalk of my lover’s throat. And I, light-eater, light-loving.”
― Natalie Díaz, Postcolonial Love Poem

“In Mojave, our words for want and need are the same – because why would you want what you don’t need?”
― Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem

“and yes, it is spring, if you can’t tell
from the words my mind makes
of the world, and everything
makes me mildly or more
hungry”
― Ross Gay, Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude

“It is very cold
walking into the long scraped April wind.
At this time of the year there is no sunset
just some movements inside the light and then as sinking away.”
― Anne Carson, Glass, Irony and God