Jennifer Lee

“You asked for my favorite memory and it is this.
A dying day’s light filling the impossibly large
window behind you. And you — oh, my beautiful boy! — 
you sitting on the sapphire sofa at 21C, with 
shamelessly provocative dark stubble shadowing the 
dimples twinned ‘round your velvet-ribbon mouth. I am 
mesmerized, reduced to spinning atoms. We are six 
feet and an eternity apart. Our eyes are founding
constellations. I’ve never been more present than I 
am in that moment. I am awake to the marrow. You 
lift your slender fingers to your chest and look at me, 
astounded, before saying “My heart is beating so fast.” 
You are unfeigned, I am spinning atoms.”
― Jennifer O. Lee

“Tonight the moon is sad,
full bodied, pregnant with grief.”
― Jennifer O. Lee

“That first night when I was Artemis 
spread across the damp earth,
you were Orion with a 
hunter’s hand, kneeling above, 
cerulean eyes pierced with pain,
releasing an arrow through still air.
Then I dragged you into the 
hot cave of my mouth, because
I am the goddess of wild things.”
― Jennifer O. Lee

“Yet the diagnoses don’t end them, or even really define them. Instead, their struggles elevate them, make them special: We all understand that genius and madness are connected. At least, we do when the genius is male.”
― Sady Doyle, Trainwreck: The Women We Love to Hate, Mock, and Fear . . . and Why