- i wish i knew you when i was a kid
- i'll cry about this earth in heaven too
- someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story
- the day before the slaughter, brutus took pause. he turned to caesar and thought “i’ll love you twice as hard today to make up for tomorrow”
- i will lose you. it is written into this poem the way the fisherman's wife knits his death into the sweater
- there's a saying. i don't know. what doesn't love you kills you longer. something like that. i remember washing your hair. the skin of your back felt wombsoft. like no one had ever touched it before me. not even your mother. when i kissed you you said we'd never talk about it. this was a kindness. i know that now. then, i only knew that the world was ending. and i loved you. and i wanted to eat your heart
- kendall wins, but he loses
- i cry at the start of every movie i guess cause i wish i was making things too but im working for the knife
- but me you have forgotten / or you love some man more than me
- ...great art becomes a reminder of the art you want to be making, and of the gigantic world outside of your small, seemingly inescapable one. we hide from great things because they inspire us, and in this state, inspiration hurts
- i can turn you into poetry, but i cannot make you love me
- my friend who went through everything with me is dead! / no one grieves that much, she said. your friend is gone. forget him. no one remembers him. he is dead / enkidu. enkidu. gilgamesh called out: help me. they do not know you as I know you
- the first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass god is waiting for you
- one must imagine sisyphus happy
- men did not love rome because she was great. she was great because they had loved her
- i don't actually believe anything i talk about, i'm just saying words recreationally
- god enters through the wound
- and cain says, when you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. he got kindness, and i got longing. he got complacence, and i got ambition. i want to kill him sometimes. i think sometimes he wants to die
- just remember, when god calls you to do something, he's already taken into consideration your retardation
- the religious man fashions a god he can handle... a small replica of himself
- the voice of god answered shakespeare out of whirlwind: neither am i what i am. i dreamed the world the way you dreamt your plays... you are one of the shapes of my dreams; like me, you are everything and nothing
- we all got that one friend that's dead and never coming back
- look at us. im frozen, and you're dead. and i love you
- she's thinking that she's going to die, that she's young, and that she too would've wanted very much to live. but there's nothing she can do. her name is antigone, and she will have to play her part through to the end
- i tell my mother i've won the nobel prize / again? she says. which discipline this time? / it's a little game we play: i pretend / i'm somebody, she pretends she isn't dead
- your childhood dog is alive. your dead best friend wants to get coffee. you have been kind and good. there is nothing chasing you. you can sleep. what do you do?
- i sit down for dinner / with my dead brother / again / this is the last dream i ever want to have
- we're getting older and i'll miss you forever
- now bill, i need you to cry, and then i need you to splash each other, and then i need you to go back to childhood. and then bill, i need you to realize you cannot go back to childhood. and then i need you to cry like you've never cried
- jessica has a forehead scar from the deep end of a pool. i ask jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else [...] the way jessica mouths my name in her sleep eating each syllable like a minor god [...] she puts her fingers in my mouth and says open your eyes. open them. you see the small-town girls on big billboards? one day that's us
- a husband or child can be replaced but who can grow me a new brother
- there wasn't a time / i didnt have / a brother. by the time / my eyes opened, / he was already here [...] / i tell myself / there's not a world / without my brother in it
- perhaps the real test was for abraham to confront god as he did at sodom, this teaching his children "righteousness and justice," and ultimately to say "no" to god. perhaps, on some level in this narrative, abraham failed the test. [...] god never speaks to abraham again
- and lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. but she did look back, and i love her for that, because it was so human. so she was turned into a pillar of salt. people aren't supposed to look back
- isn't it rotten? there isn't any use my telling you i love you
- i'm no saint. i too have wielded a knife to execute someone i love more than myself
- you ask god why he didn't work harder to save him. he spits in your face and asks you the same
- in a car with a girl, promise me she's not your world / cause andy, you're a star / in nobody's eyes, in nobody's eyes but mine
- i think i would be too sad when things die, so i practice it first in my mind. i think about you dying often these days
- i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fists
- i love you like a rotten dog / i love you like my canines are falling out of my gums / like a monster, like a beast / like something not worth loving back
- im old enough to teach my mother how to eat. when i make a plate, i am saying "look. my love is so real you can feel it on your teeth. i killed a whole family as proof. dont cry. it's okay. we'll never be worth the pain that got us here
- i adore you / the sound of your skin
- if moses had seen the way my friend's face blushes when he's drunk, and his beautiful curls and wonderful hands, he would not have written in his torah: do not lie with a man
- i have been so careless with the words i already have / i don't remember how to say home in my first language, or lonely, or light / i remember only delam barat tang shodeh, i miss you / and shab bekheir, goodnight / how is school going kaveh-joon? delam barat tang shodeh / are you still drinking? shab bekheir / for so long every step i've taken has been from one tongue to another
- i want you in this way / that feels like dread
- i've never seen you without wanting to pray to you. i've never heard you without wanting to place my faith in you. i've never longed for you without wanting to suffer for your sake. i've never desired you without wanting to be able to kneel before you
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