Nats

“On Earth lately, I’ve been looking at everyone
like I love them, & maybe I do. Or maybe I only love
one person, & I’m beaming from it. Or actually
I just love myself, & I want people to know.”
― Chen Chen

“Because I was reading today
in the science section of the paper that passionate love
lasts only a year, maybe two, if you're lucky.

Because I want to be extra lucky. Because the article
apologized specifically to poets - sorry, you hopeless
saps - as though we automatically believe in love more

than anyone else (more than kindergarten teachers, long-haired
carpenters) & have been pushing this Non-Truth
on everyone. Because who knows what will happen,

but I want to, baby, want to believe it's always possible
to love bigger & madder, even after two, three, four years,
four decades. I want a love as dirty as a snowball fight

in the sludge, under grimy yellow lights. I want this winter
inside my lungs. Inside my brain & dream. I want to eat
the unplowed street & fog that's been erasing

evergreens. I want to eat the fog only to discover
it's some giant's lost silver blanket. I want to
find the giant & return to him his treasure.

I want the journey to be long. & strange, like a map
drawn in snow by our shadows shivering. I want to shiver
against you, into you.”
― Chen Chen

“Sometimes understanding comes to you not through thought, but through this throbbing of the heart, this tenderness in the chest that hurts.”
― Ken Liu, The Hidden Girl and Other Stories

“Yet “change management,” like “Scottish cuisine” and “man bun,” is an oxymoron.”
― Gary Hamel, Humanocracy: Creating Organizations as Amazing as the People Inside Them