Hannah

“The melacholy and the tenderness

of mortal life; the passion and the pain;

The claret tailight of that dwindling plane

Off Hesperus; your gesture dismay

On running out of cigarettes; the way

You smile at dogs; the trail of silver slime

Snails leave or flagstone; this good ink, this rhyme.

This index card, this slender rubber band

Which always forms, when dropped, an ampersand,

Are found in Heaven by the newlydead

Stored in its strongholds through the years.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“My hunger, too, has both hard and soft parts.”
― Franny Choi, Soft Science

“It’s a profoundly strange feeling, to stumble across someone whose desires are shaped so closely to your own, like reaching toward your reflection in a mirror and finding warm flesh under your fingertips. If you should ever be lucky enough to find that magical, fearful symmetry, I hope you’re brave enough to grab it with both hands and not let go.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

“Done with the whole dark
& the insect dirge
under blue lit lamps.
Done trying to remember

June, first stars & August
when I was Penelope
when I was Eurydice
when July was missing

& I was my own dull shade.”
― Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems