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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.— Cynthia Cruz, from “Fragment,” Hotel Oblivion
What it came down to was, ‘I have to do this even though it hurts me, because I love it […] This is who I am. … I’m going to keep getting hurt, and I’m still going to do it, because this is the only thing I can do.
“What it came down to was, ‘I have to do this even though it hurts me, because I love it […] This is who I am. … I’m going to keep getting hurt, and I’m still going to do it, because this is the only thing I can do.”
“I thinned myself as though I were a project // I blot out grief as snow does light // I pass through mirrors—”
— — Alessandra Lynch, from “Bird by the Blue Door,” Pretty Tripwire
“I thinned myself as though I were a project // I blot out grief as snow does light // I pass through mirrors—”
— — Alessandra Lynch, from “Bird by the Blue Door,” Pretty Tripwire
“Sometimes going to the grocery store makes me feel less alone. Sometimes I’m trying to tell someone about this new opening in my life, and I end up feeling closed. When I say opening, I mean the possibility that when I feel I won’t feel like I shouldn’t feel. My body in a room with other bodies feeling me feeling my body. When I say this room I mean you. When I say you I mean make room.”
— — Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, from The Freezer Door
“Sometimes going to the grocery store makes me feel less alone. Sometimes I’m trying to tell someone about this new opening in my life, and I end up feeling closed. When I say opening, I mean the possibility that when I feel I won’t feel like I shouldn’t feel. My body in a room with other bodies feeling me feeling my body. When I say this room I mean you. When I say you I mean make room.”
— — Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, from The Freezer Door
There comes a time when we understand that our minds do not contain the firmament. But still, our hearts can grasp it.
“The Music Between the Notes” by Steven Barnes (1999)