- "soft old song for every lesbian who wants to go home again and can't with her woman lover in her arms, holding hands in the streets – simple in our love – that they twist. so, no lies: not "cousins", not "best friends", not "roommates". no second bedrooms for show, no pretend boyfriends, no custody cases, no hidden mouths, no grim smiles at jokes on the job you'd lose if they knew. / go home with joy and strength. go home, be received instead of tolerated. no anguished mothers afraid of father's response, or neighbors' gossip or grandma's heart condition. / go home to a clean welcome mat, a double bed. no questions, no accusations or expectations. i croon an old soft song for us rocking down to a kind place we won't see in our lives fighting for it, even when we're drunk in bars because we can't go home. crooning for us – my heart split." for ana r. kissed by chrystos in crooning, not vanishing.
- "girl frightened. girl destroyed. / girl as a symptom. / girl in a paroxysm of rage. / girl disappeared in a / death-like loss of feeling. / girl as indescribable evil." Juliet Ashbury, The Only Good Girl is a Dead Girl.
- "there’s a dead girl inside me. / i can feel her rattling around, / her lungs choked with loss, / heart pounding like wardrums. / she had a laugh like summer rain / until the world tore it away. / (little girls who wish on stars / don’t / last long on the ground.) / there’s a dead girl inside me / and i’m the one who killed her."
- "i dreamed an apocalypse again last night, watching the world collapse through the window. And I stayed in my room and ignored it. it wasn’t really much different from being awake."
- "the melancholy river bears us on. when the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, i see your face, i hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. what are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. joy, joy."
- 1. look, it’s easier like this. if i open my mouth, my skin will tear. if i move too much, i think i’ll shatter. 2. the sky’s too heavy. no, the light’s too harsh. no, i think it’s just going to rain today. 3. i’m safe here: i won’t touch anything, nothing will touch me. 4. it just hurts to move, you know? it hurts to breathe. if there is a way out i can’t find it, if there is an end to this i can’t see it. 5. yeah, i think it’s definitely going to rain. 6. that’s the thing, it’s always raining. it is always dark and i am always shattering. there is not a moment’s silence. 7. if i am going to die, why not stay where no one else can see it happen? 8. if i am going to die, why wait so long?
- "a star-shower of blossom, of dew-like pearls, fruitfulness, beauty, life, rapture and fragrance."
- "today i was a floating girl, whose lips tasted of honeyed water and who waited by the rain till her fingers froze in frigidity."
- "the stars are words and all the innumerable worlds in the milky way are words, and so is this world, too. and i realize that no matter where i am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind. there is no need for solitude. so love life for what it is."
- "quero que as pessoas me conheçam, mas, se alguém olhasse dentro de mim, se visse que sinto coisas que não deveria sentir, não sei o que aconteceria."
- "the body i was living in wasn't obeying me."
- "we wear our traumas / the way the guillotine / wears gravity. / our lovers’ necks / are so soft."
- "sou narcisista, passiva-agressiva, egocêntrica e incapaz de me conectar com as pessoas."
jul 7 2017 ∞
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