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Olivia Gatwood
“We have the composite sketch in our pockets. We held it up to our fathers while they slept.”
― Olivia Gatwood, Life of the Party

Olivia Gatwood
“Even the men who laugh their condescending laughs when a teen girl faints at the sight of her favorite pop star, even those men are teen girls, the way they want so badly to be big and important and worshipped by someone.”
― Olivia Gatwood, Life of the Party

Olivia Gatwood
“What am I, if not yours? What do I do with my hands when they are just hands?”
― Olivia Gatwood, Life of the Party

“Darling, this love will not cure me,
And this love will not scrape the blood from the baseboards,
But it will turn all the lights on.
It will bring basil back from the farmers market and it will plant it in every windowsill.
It is the kind of love that gives me goosebumps when you say to the ghost, 'If you’re staying, then you better make room.'
And we kiss against the walls that, tonight, are not shaking.
So we turn the music up and we dance to Miles Davis,
And you say, 'My God, this house. The way that it stands, even on the months that no one goes into or comes out of it.'
How reckless the way that I love like the first chapter of a ghost story,
Like a gentle hand reaching out of a grave.”
― Brenna Twohy

“NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM’S BOGGART ATTENDS SEVERUS SNAPE’S FUNERAL

& no one will look directly at him.
even though he is in the front row.
even though he’s the biggest thing in the room.
the whole world pulls a handkerchief from her pocket
and whispers the word redemption.
and the boggart stares into the casket,
wonders what it feels like
to wash a dead man’s hands clean.
& of course, it is a tragedy—
that you name your abuser,
finally,
in a room full of people,
and they shrug, tell you of a girl he loved once,
lecture you about forgiveness, about changing spots
on the leopards that are still hunting you,
pretend they weren’t watching
as your trauma
wrapped itself in your grandmother’s clothes
and dared you to survive it loudly.
remember, this is a story about a boy who lives.
about power
that does not come easy,
the magic of packed earth
and the things that dare
to come out of it.
let your courage
make a mess of their story.
let it crawl into his coffin
ugly
and thumping
and unburied.”
― Brenna Twohy, Swallowtail

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