Kate

“On the night of our secret wedding
when he held me in his mouth like a promise
until his tongue grew tired and fell asleep,
I lay awake to keep the memory alive.

In the morning I begged him back to bed.
Running late, he kissed my ankles and left.
I stayed like a secret in his bed for days
until his mother found me.

I showed her my gold ring,
I stood in front of her naked,
waved my hands in her face.
She sank to the floor and cried.

At his funeral, no one knew my name.
I sat behind his aunts,
they sucked on dates soaked in oil.
The last thing he tasted was me.”
― Warsan Shire

“He doesn't understand that books don't get used up. I've tried to explain that they aren't like clothes or furniture - that we keep them because we might want to read them again. And because they remind us of how we felt when we read them.”
― Paula Marantz Cohen from "Jane Austen in Scarsdale"

“What is this world's delight,
Lightening that mocks the night,
Brief as even as bright”
― John Keats, Selected Poetry

“Sticks and stones may break your bones, but watch out for those damn words.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby