2021-02-06 2:00:37 ¶ ●

[text ID: Is this your sadness? asks the trashman. No, that is a fishbone and that is a soup can and that over there is no longer recognizable. /end ID]

2021-02-11 2:00:41 ¶ ● ⬈

bloodbuzzed:

> richard siken - anyway // the worm king’s lullaby

[text ID: He was point 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. The moon, of course, is always there - day moon, but it’s still there, behind the clouds but it’s still there. I like seeing things: a hand, the moon, ice in a highball glass. The moon? It’s free, it doesn’t cost you anything so go ahead and look. / 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. /end ID]

2021-02-14 2:01:00 ¶ ●

Black Telephone & The Language of the Birds

[text ID: There are two birds in your head, raven and crow, and only one of them is yours. / A man has two birds in his head - not in his throat, not in his chest - and the birds would sing all day never stopping. The man thought to himself, One of these birds is not my bird. The birds agreed. /end ID]

2021-02-15 2:00:38 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

roadmotel:

> Richard Siken, The Stag and the Quiver

[text ID: Everything is a target, says the hunter. No matter where you look. The hunter’s son says nothing, and closes his eyes. /end ID]