“On earth, the terrible things and the beautiful things
continue to happen beside each other. On the moon in the darkness, nothing.
On earth in the darkness, sometimes rain swells like applause.”
— Jeffrey Morgan, from “All Night No Sleep Now This” published in BOAAT (via pigmenting)
“… I began to learn the names of trees. I like to call things as they are. Before, the only thing I was interested in was love, how it grips you, how it terrifies you, how it annihilates and resuscitates you. I didn’t know then that it wasn’t even love that I was interested in but my own suffering. I thought suffering kept things interesting. How funny that I called it love and the whole time it was pain.”
— — Ada Limón, from “Calling Things What They Are,” The Hurting Kind
The body, and how what it wants is to annihilate everything. That it’s filled with energy, and yet when I stand before you, my only wish is to vanish. The body is its own strange, and mystical language.
I want to have sex with what I want to become, says the poet.
I think I should feel very broken down, very rotten. But I am open like the hull of a ship with stairs ascending. When I see a grease fire, it’s a trash fire, it’s a car engine fire, it’s on the belly of a great lake.
I’m always looking for solution, but an equation would be too elegant. Siri says, Thank you for your feedback when you call her naughty girl. I know I shouldn’t be fill- ing any cup to splash. When I say grease fire, I mean nothing else. I mean grease fire.
I tell my lover to throw me onto the bed and he refuses. What happens when you are hot with the bad things?
When I was younger, I felt a tenderness that was uninterrupted. Now when I feel it coming on, I think I know where it started.
When I open I need to know who. Or, when my mouth opens, it’s full of fire and still so hungry.
I want to have sex with what I want to become, says the poet.
I think I should feel very broken down, very rotten. But I am open like the hull of a ship with stairs ascending. When I see a grease fire, it’s a trash fire, it’s a car engine fire, it’s on the belly of a great lake.
I’m always looking for solution, but an equation would be too elegant. Siri says, Thank you for your feedback when you call her naughty girl. I know I shouldn’t be fill- ing any cup to splash. When I say grease fire, I mean nothing else. I mean grease fire.
I tell my lover to throw me onto the bed and he refuses. What happens when you are hot with the bad things?
When I was younger, I felt a tenderness that was uninterrupted. Now when I feel it coming on, I think I know where it started.
When I open I need to know who. Or, when my mouth opens, it’s full of fire and still so hungry.
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