Rebecca

“We were in the Safeway parking lot. I couldn’t find my cigarettes. You said, "Hurry up!" but I was worried there would be a hold-up and we would be stuck in a hostage situation, hiding behind the frozen meats, with nothing to smoke for hours. You said "Don’t be silly," so I followed you into the store. We were thumping the melons when I heard somebody say, "Nobody move!" I leaned over and whispered in your ear, "I told you so.”
― Richard Siken, Crush

“the drunken poet (a genuis by daylight)”
― Anne Sexton, Transformations

“I shall write it in my diary to-night

What?

That a burnt child loves the fire”
― Oscar Wilde

“The trees in wind, the streetlights on, the click and flash of cigarettes being smoked on the lawn, and just a little kiss before we say goodnight. It spins like a wheel inside you: green-yellow, green-blue, green beautiful green. It's simple: it isn't over, it's just begun. It's green. It's still green.”
― Richard Siken, Crush