Thinking about ‘Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out’ by Richard Siken, as one does, in a JonMartin context, is absolutely devastating.
“I can tell already you think I’m the dragon, that would be so like me, but I’m not. I’m not the dragon. I’m not the princess either. […] For a while I thought I was the dragon. I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was the princess, […] but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess, while I’m out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire, and getting stabbed to death. Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero. […] What more do you want?”
I’m too tired to explain my thought process but fuck. FUCK. I am just. So sad.