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09.04.12

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When Franz Kafka said, "I ran from love because I knew it would destroy me. " but Fyodor Dostoevsky said, "I ran into love because I needed it to destroy who I used to be. "

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On Seatbelts and Sunsets Hanif Abdurraqib

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Somehow

by Dorothy Chan

You visit me in a dream after passing, after I’ve been awaiting you for weeks, because Chinese belief teaches us our loved ones will appear when we’re asleep. It’s real when I enter the hotel restaurant in the middle of nowhere town I live in, as the Midwest architecture transforms into Kowloon at evening time. We eat bird’s nest soup, and I remember the time my father ordered me this four-hundred- year-old delicacy at Hong Kong airport. Out comes the Peking duck, and I ask you: “Why did it take you so long?” You answer: “I arrived once you were strong and ready.”

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Sylvia Plath Letter to her mother 24 February 1956

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“I drained the gentleness from myself as if bleeding a boar.”

— Caitlin Scarano, from “The Boar I Bled,” Do Not Bring Him Water

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—Caitlin Scarano, During the Wildfires

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Do Not Bring Him Water, Caitlin Scarano

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Do Not Bring Him Water, Caitlin Scarano

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“I will make jokes at my own expense, be charming as a surprise. I will ask about your new girlfriend and Be Cool About It and I will not mention Memphis. Or how your hair feels in my hands. I will not mention the last time I saw you. My mouth, so far from yours, I said “I am afraid I will spend entire years trying not to need you.” As if I wasn’t certain. As if this wasn’t my confession. But you know me, what can’t I conjure into hysteria and longing? Any place is a funeral as soon as I get there. Of course I’m the disaster but you’re the one foolish enough to learn my name. You’re the one who showed up with two good feet and trusted the ground to stay beneath them. You’re the one who didn’t run.”

— The Next Time We Talk On Facebook, Clementine von Radics