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.

- - from 'Saying your names' - - Richard Siken

How much of table is in the word 'table ( Read more... )

(eyes refusing to focus, blood pumping independently to purpose)
the body in decline vs. the body in denial

my parents should be home within the hour, and I feel suddenly small and childish, feel like curling my fingers in the hem of my shirt and scowling at the kitchen tiles. Yesterday for the first time in my life I went to buy groceries on my own (but I took my little brother along)(but I used my parents' money)(but I forgot to write a list) and came ( Read more... )

Yes ( Read more... )

I loved you first.

( The Rememeberer )

no one comes around here anymore,
but I keep peeling back the wallpaper and staining the window frames
(fresh flowers in the kitchen, fresh coat of paint on the front door):

good housekeeping for ghosts

"The most audacious thing I could possibly state in this day and age is that life is worth living. It's worth being bashed against. It's worth getting scarred by. It's worth pouring yourself over every one of it's hot coals."

- - J.B.