[the-evil-clergyman]

Selene by Albert Aublet (1880)

[insomniac-dot-ink]

I believe in the God of the bathroom floor. A series of cathedrals built of firmly locked doors. A heart is broken on the bathroom floor. A child is born on the bathroom floor. You’ve got the impulse to leave the cold tiles and you’re roiling, upturned stomach there as the pills come up and the tears go down.

I am asking to believe in the God of the bathroom floor. The pews got more germs than hymns on the altar of a self you’d rather leave behind. And maybe you want to believe in angel wings or an averted gaze. No one is looking, and the bathroom floor might be better that way.

But I think maybe we’re looking for God on the bathroom floor. When do you need salvation? Anywhere that got air. But when do you need belief? Not the kind that straightens your spine and closes your eyes. When do you need to believe that maybe mercy isn’t something you earn, but something given freely?

I believe in the God of the bathroom floor. Coming to you when the walls are closing in and saying the words you don’t want to hear, but given freely: I’m not leaving you here. You don’t have to get up from the bathroom floor, I’m coming, I’m coming to you this time. And staying when all other things have left.

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[oblivious-chaos]

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[vulpetrope]

Star-crossed

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[sunsbleeding]

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[pronouncingitwang]

[ID: A painting that shows a cut open papaya with leaves against a cloudy sky with a blue-winged, red-spotted moth on it. Written on the painting are the words, "I used to be sad even when I was happy / Now I'm happy even when I'm sad" /end ID]

[celestialsapphics]

The mint bed is in

bloom: lavender haze

day. The grass is

more than green and

throws up sharp and

cutting lights to

slice through the

plane tree leaves. And

on the cloudless blue

I scribble your name.

- Sunday, James Schulyer

[adieu-mondieu]

"Spring Scattering Stars"

By Edwin Blashfield, 1927

[luthienne]

Frank O'Hara, from Selected Poems; "Poem"

[Text ID: of light we can never have enough / but how would we find it / unless the darkness urged us on and into it / and I am dark / except when now and then it all comes clear / and I can see myself / as other luckily sometimes see me / in a good light]

[weltenwellen]

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

[luthienne]

W.H. Auden, from "Funeral Blues"

Moira Smiley, from "Donal Og"

[luthienne]

Frank O'Hara, from Selected Poems; "Having a Coke with You"

[Text ID: I look / at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world]

[weltenwellen]

James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

[boymiffy]

bathroom sink meditations, r.a. @boyfig

[virgin-martyr]

excerpt from Antigone by Jean Anouilh (trans. Lewis Galantiere)

[ouroborosmotifs]

schrödinger’s cat, both dead and alive.

jasmine mans “secrets” // sylvia plath “the unabridged journals of sylvia plath” // katherine mansfield “journal of katherine mansfield” // from a collection of contemporary paintings “library” by michael dumontier and neil farber // andrea gibson “sleeping” // cecília meireles “how to recognise the road: to die” // unknown // richard siken “landscape with fruit rot and millipede” // euripides’ hecuba c. 424 BC // cassandra de alba “a barbie dream house but all the dolls are are kitchen knives”

[daughterofchaos]

Bruno Liljefors (1860 - 1939), Cat in the Summer Meadow

[existential-celestial]

W. B. Yeats, from “The Wanderings of Oisin”

[feytouched]

on learning i am not, in fact, a fairytale heroine | the orangery literary society 🍊