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“I barely knew I had a skin until I met you.”

— Sarah Waters, The Paying Guests

mothers and daughters

lady bird (2017) // gillian flynn “sharp objects” // chen chen “poplar street” // pinterest // annie ernaux “i remain in darkness” // ? // ancient egyptian depiction of a mother fixing her daughter’s hair (egyptian museum at san jose, california) // john mayer “in the blood” // i.b. vyache “does your mother know?”// uquiz.com // joan tierney @filmnoirsbian // mitski “class of 2013” // n. p. “mothers and daughters”

thotfuss

mothermishy

Diedrick Brackens

genterie

Heath Ledger and Julia Stiles, 10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

gnossienne

Margaret Atwood, Power Politics

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Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours,” originally published c. 1998

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frank o'hara / tennessee williams / linda gregg

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The Feeling of Needing a Pen

by Patricia Lockwood

Really, like a urine but even more gold, I thought of that line and I felt it, even between two legs I felt it, the legs I wrote just now, a panic, a run-walk to the private room with a picture of a woman on the door, or else the line was long, too long, I barged into the men’s, and felt stares burning hard like reading or noon, felt them looking me up and over, felt them looking me over and down, and all the while just holding their pens, they do it different oh no they don’t, they do it standing up, they do it at the window, they do it so secret in a three-hour bath, they do it aloud to someone else, their wife is catching every word and every word is gold. What you eat is in it, blackberries for breakfast are in it, fat atoms of Shakespeare and Hitler are in it. The sound of water makes me need to: Atlantic, Pacific, Caspian, Black. I feel it so much because I am pregnant, I am pregnant with a little self, all of its self is that spot on a dog that causes its leg to kick. It kicked and I felt and I wrote that last line. Even now it’s happening. I eat only asparagus like arrows, I am famous for my aim. I get almost none on my hands, almost. Under my feet the streets, under the streets the pipes. Inside the pipes a babble sound.