an altar of collected things

excerpts from things currently read by @lakeglitter

[electriccelestial]

What's to be made of them when they come slouching from clouds, the shabby angels of rage and regret? I wince at their gifts.

Kevin Meaux, “Bad Angels,” Poetry (March 2002)

[electriccelestial]

Your heart a little coffin that you've lined for me with satin.

Cara Hoffman, “Retouch/Switch”, Kink: Stories

[electriccelestial]

I'd left the States and the noise of people talking about who they were. I'd left the tyranny of their camera-ready faces. It was when people began to say they were "on brand" that I lost the power to speak. I left because there was nowhere to rest my eyes and because at home in solitude, a machine stared back at me. I left because I had nothing to say to anyone who stayed.

Cara Hoffman, “Retouch/Switch”, Kink: Stories