Nicolas

“If we could light up the room with pain,
we’d be such a glorious fire.”
― Ada Limon, Bright Dead Things

“He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.”
― Richard Siken

“some of us are killed in pieces, some of us all at once // do i think someone created AIDS? maybe. i don’t doubt that anything is possible in a place where you can burn a body with less outrage than a flag”
― Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead: Poems

“In my dream, I built a funeral pyre.
For myself, you understand.
I thought I had suffered enough. I thought this was the end of my body: fire
seemed the right end for hunger;
they were the same thing.”
― Louise Glück, Poems, 1962-2012