
If the window is on your right, you are in your own bed. If the window
is over your heart, and it is painted shut, then we are breathing
river water.



If the window is on your right, you are in your own bed. If the window
is over your heart, and it is painted shut, then we are breathing
river water.




Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake



Reminds me of a line from Richard Siken…’he raises the moon on a crane for effect, cue the violins’




Evidence of a love that transcends hunger
My new tattoo…






“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.”
Saying Your Names - Richard Siken