“Your name like
a song I sing to myself, your name like a box
where I keep my love, your name like a boat in the
sea of love—O now we're in the sea of love!”
― Crush
a song I sing to myself, your name like a box
where I keep my love, your name like a boat in the
sea of love—O now we're in the sea of love!”
― Crush
“But Joseph staring down at the two of them didn't smile. Mary noticed this and said Joseph what's the matter you don't look happy it's a fine baby look at its chubby hands why don't you smile? And Joseph said there's a light around the head of our baby a shine that is soft like moonlight. Mary nodded as if she weren't a bit surprised and said I think there must be a light like that around the heads of all newborn babies they're so fresh from heaven. And Joseph said in a kind of sick voice as if he had suddenly lost something there's a light around your head too Mary.”
― Johnny Got His Gun
― Johnny Got His Gun
“There are times, late at night, when your son would wake believing a bullet is lodged inside him. He’d feel it floating on the right side of his chest, just between the ribs. The bullet was always here, the boy thinks, older even than himself—and his bones, tendons, and veins had merely wrapped around the metal shard, sealing it inside him. It wasn’t me, the boy thinks, who was inside my mother’s womb, but this bullet, this seed I bloomed around. Even now, as the cold creeps in around him, he feels it poking out from his chest, slightly tenting his sweater. He feels for the protrusion but, as usual, finds nothing. It’s receded, he thinks. It wants to stay inside me. It is nothing without me. Because a bullet without a body is a song without ears.”
― On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
― On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
“Every morning the same big
and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out
You will be alone always and then you will die.”
― Crush
and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out
You will be alone always and then you will die.”
― Crush
“She ceases to continue with the day do day farce of getting through the next few hours in an attempt to ward off the fact that she doesn't know how to get through the next forty years.”
― Crave
― Crave
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