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“You won't find anyone willing to give away their money, but everyone is eager to give away pieces of their life to others. People jealously protect their wealth from being wasted, but when it comes to wasting time, they are incredibly careless with the one thing they should be most careful about.”

Excerpt From
Seneca, on the Shortness of Life

when my love took my temperature and it read 103 i pranced around the house, the happiest she’d seen me in two years—high on the news that i had something that would go away

“life attracts life”

“I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth stiffened into a dumb, howl. They say it was a dream but I remember that hardening…”

"I wear silk-the cover to uncover-because silk is what I want you to think of. But I dislike the cloth. It is too stern"...the blood runs underground yet brings forth a tower.

"So I will speak of your eyes although they are closed...perhaps they will say nothing, perhaps they will be dark and leaden, having played their own game somewhere else..."

"...a small hole in my heart, a deaf spot, so that I might hear the unsaid more clearly."

“let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning. Now I am utterly given.”

sunshine all the time makes a desert

“The soul that swam the furious water sinks now in flies and the brain flops like a docked fish and the eyes are flat boat decks riding out the pain.”

“how at night she wrote in her leather books that no one came. Surely I remember the hooks of her fingers curled on mine, and forgot us anyhow; visiting the pulp of her kiss, bending to repeat each favor, forcing love to last. Now she is always dead and the leather books are mine…I think I hear it call to me below but no one came no one came.”

Sexton hitting rn.

“And if I tried
to give you something else,
something outside of myself,
you would not know
that the worst of anyone
can be, finally,
an accident of hope.”

“What else is this, this intricate shape of air?
calling me, calling you.”…once at a time moving summers inside my mind.

“And we are magic talking to itself,
noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins
forgotten. Am I still lost?
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself”

“You’ll find rain better
Than shelter from the rain.”