Sara

“oh each poet’s a beautiful human girl who must die.”
― Alice Notley, Grave of Light: New and Selected Poems, 1970-2005

“About the body I know very little, though I am steadily trying to improve myself, in the way animals improve themselves by licking.”
― Renee Gladman, Juice

“I had a room to myself as a kid, but my mother was always quick to point out that it wasn't my room, it was her room and I was merely permitted to occupy it. Her point, of course, was that my parents had earned everything and I was merely borrowing the space, and while this is technically true I cannot help but marvel at the singular damage of this dark idea: That my existence as a child was a kind of debt and nothing, no matter how small, was mine. That no space was truly private; anything of mine could be forfeited at someone else's whim.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House