2021-02-01 2:00:45 ¶ ●

[text ID: But angels are pouring out of the farmland, angels are swarming over the grassland, Angels rising from their little dens, arms swinging, wings aflutter, dropping their white-hot bombs of love. /end ID]

2021-02-03 2:00:59 ¶ ● ⬈

heavensghost:

[text ID: I couldn’t make you love me /end ID]

2021-02-04 2:00:34 ¶ ●

[text ID: I was away, I don’t know where, lying on the floor, pretending I was dead. I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it. /end ID]

2021-02-05 2:01:07 ¶ ●

[text ID: You can sleep now, you said. You can sleep now. You said that. I had a dream where you said that. Tanks for saying that. You weren’t supposed to. /end ID]

2021-02-08 2:00:42 ¶ ● ⬈

heavensghost:

> Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

> (Taken from my Journal)

[text ID: You will be alone always and then you will die. /end ID]

2021-02-09 2:00:31 ¶ ●

[text ID: This boy, half-destroyed, screaming Drive into that tree, drive off the embankment, Henry, make something happen. /end ID]

2021-02-13 2:00:30 ¶ ● ⬈

heavensghost:

> Richard Siken

[text ID: I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me. /end ID]

2021-02-16 2:00:39 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sikenarthistory:

> Peter Paul Rubens, Saint Michael expelling Lucifer and the Rebel Angels (1622) / Richard Siken, You Are Jeff (2008)

[text ID: He reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist /end ID]

2021-02-17 2:01:05 ¶ ● ⬈

[text ID: I’m not really sure why I do it, but in this version you are not feeding yourself to a bad man against a black sky prickles with small lights. /end ID]

2021-02-20 2:00:42 ¶ ● ⬈

[text ID: Do we simply stare at what’s horrible and forgive it? /end ID]

2021-02-25 2:01:01 ¶ ● ⬈

[text ID: So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation. Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I couldn’t come to your party. Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing. /end ID]

2021-02-27 2:01:10 ¶ ●

> [text ID: Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can’t go through with it. I just don’t want to die anymore. /end ID]

2021-02-28 2:01:12 ¶ ●

[text ID: It starts with bloodshed, always bloodshed, always the same running from something larger than yourself story. /end ID]