em

“I have discovered your great wound. You are dying from this flower blooming on your side.”
― Franz Kafka, A Country Doctor

“All work is prostitution. And all work is love as well”
― Kyōko Okazaki, Pink

“Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.”
― Mary Oliver, Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

“The things she wanted the baby to know seemed small, so small. How it felt to go to a grocery store on vacation; to wake at three a.m. and run your whole life through your fingertips; first library card; new lipstick; a toe going numb for two months because you wore borrowed shoes to a friend’s wedding; Thursday; October; “She’s Like the Wind” in a dentist’s office; driver’s license picture where you look like a killer; getting your bathing suit back on after you go to the bathroom; touching a cymbal for sound and then touching it again for silence; playing house in the refrigerator box; letting a match burn down to the fingerprints; one hand in the Scrabble bag and then I I I O U E A; eyes racing to the end of Villette (skip the parts about the crétin, sweetheart); hamburger wrappers on a road trip; the twist of a heavy red apple in an orchard; word on the tip of the tongue; the portal, but just for a minute.”
― Patricia Lockwood, No One Is Talking About This