He wants to be tender
and merciful. That sounds overly valorous.
Sounds like penance. And his hands?
His hands keep turning into birds and
flying away from him. Him being you.
Yes. Do you love yourself? I don’t have to
answer that. It should matter.
Richard Siken, Unfinished Duet (via romeinruins)
LITERATURE MEME | Poets (1/5) – Richard Siken
“I was trying to describe the kingdom, but the letters / kept smudging as I wrote them: the hunter’s heart, / the hunter’s mouth, the trees and the trees and the / space between the trees, swimming in gold. The words / frozen. The creatures frozen. The plum sauce / leaking out of the bag. Explaining will get us nowhere.”
Snow and dirty rain