Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow. Quotes
Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
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Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow. Quotes
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“I want people to stop asking if I love this country. No. Ask if it loves me.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“I dream
of the big dumb heart my mother
hands me. She tells me to carry it.
I drop it every time.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
of the big dumb heart my mother
hands me. She tells me to carry it.
I drop it every time.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“I know I’m American because when I walk into a room something dies.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“I want my rage to elicit love and more love.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“Colonizers write about flowers.
I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks
seconds before becoming daisies.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks
seconds before becoming daisies.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“The homeland is stuck in our teeth. It’s filling our cavities. It rests on our tongues. My God. How we yearn for its olive trees. How it haunts our dreams.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about sound.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“people live in darkness, hold the keys to homes blown up by soldiers, while a mother clutches her daughter, now dead”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“My parents named me Light because their lives lie in shadow but I’m a poor example of joy.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“I'm supposed to be feeding them whatever is the
opposite of guilt. I want to move beyond. Where?”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
opposite of guilt. I want to move beyond. Where?”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“I want to believe language matters, that words create meaning, that a person can breathe a thing into existence.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“Reporting is an act of violence—poetry one of warmth.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“Read each other.
Become consumers
of each other’s stories—a desperate reaching
for another body’s warmth, its words buoying us through a world.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
Become consumers
of each other’s stories—a desperate reaching
for another body’s warmth, its words buoying us through a world.”
― Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
