EJ

“But, no one
can tell without cease
our human
story, and so we
lose, lose”
― Li-Young Lee, The City in Which I Love You

“a bruise, blue
in the muscle, you
impinge upon me.
As bone hugs the ache home, so
I'm vexed to love you, your body

the shape of returns, your hair a torso
of light, your heat
I must have, your opening
I'd eat, each moment
of that soft-finned fruit,
inverted fountain in which I don't see me.”
― Li-Young Lee, The City in Which I Love You

“We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.”
― Li Po

“Maybe being winged means being wounded by infinity.”
― Li-Young Lee