Landscape with Fruit Rot and Millipede / Real Estate
We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other’s knowledge. To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery.
Richard Siken, from “Landscape of Black Coats in Snow” (via voirlvmer)
Richard Siken, from “The Worm King’s Lullaby”
