Status Updates From War of the Foxes

“He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his / hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I’m surprised I / saw his hand at all. All this was prepared for me. All / this was set in motion long ago. I live in someone else’s / future. I stayed as long as I could, he said. Now look at / the moon.”

The Worm Kings Lullaby, Landscape with Black Coats in Snow, and Turpentine are sitting in my brain forever now.

“Even when / I look away I am still looking. He is inside his body / and I am inside my body and it matters less and less.”

Paired with,

“I turned off the headlights of / my looking and let the animal get away.”

I’m a bit unwell yeah

“We sat in our tanks and rolled / over our enemies. We trampled everything into / noise and mud. Willpower, gunpowder, concussive / thunder. Pink, orange, red, orange dreaming red. / I am the fire, says the fire. My body is a graveyard, / says the landscape.”

There really are gut punches on every single page

“Paint all the men you want but sooner or / later they go to ground and rot. The mind fights the / body and the body fights the land.”

Pears and museums

Gas
I do feel kinda bad my Goodreads reading challenge is filling up with small books but oh well.

Birds Hover the Trampled Field
“I saw them hiding in the yellow field, crouching low in the varnished dark. I followed them pretending they were me because they were. I wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way… the enormity of my desire disgusts me.”