Abigail

“We made it, baby.
We’re riding in the back of the black
limousine. They have lined
the road to shout our names.
They have faith in your golden hair
& pressed grey suit.
They have a good citizen
in me. I love my country.
I pretend nothing is wrong.
I pretend not to see the man
& his blond daughter diving
for cover, that you’re not saying
my name & it’s not coming out
like a slaughterhouse.
I’m not Jackie O yet
& there isn’t a hole in your head, a brief
rainbow through a mist
of rust. I love my country
but who am I kidding? I’m holding
your still-hot thoughts in,
darling, my sweet, sweet
Jack. I’m reaching across the trunk
for a shard of your memory,
the one where we kiss & the nation
glitters. Your slumped back.
Your hand letting go. You’re all over
the seat now, deepening
my fuchsia dress. But I’m a good
citizen, surrounded by Jesus
& ambulances. I love
this country. The twisted faces.
My country. The blue sky. Black
limousine. My one white glove
glistening pink—with all
our American dreams.”
― Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

“Most of us are lucky not to be Kings and Heroes, because we do not have to make the choices that Kings and Heroes have to make.”
― Cressida Cowell, How to Seize a Dragon's Jewel

“You were not my first love, Stoick the Vast," said Valhallarama. "But you are my last…”
― Cressida Cowell, How to Seize a Dragon's Jewel

“But a movie doesn't have to be good if it has Hugh Jackman.”
― Jesse Andrews, Me and Earl and the Dying Girl