excerpts from the book i'll never write

by Nadia Nell Starbinski

Because you’ve spent so long culturing pearls in oysters of her eyes, only to find them devoid of treasure.

You can’t water the flowers in your soul with the finest pinot noir and you can’t set alarms to remind yourself to turn over and wrap your arms around the sun.

But that’s the problem- I hold on to the memories instead of people.