i’m not gonna be the first verse in the song about how you found yourself. i’m gonna glitter like dirt in your knuckles. i’m the wettest match, the dullest knife. i’m gonna come charging from the hills like a flood that doesn’t care about you. i’m gonna rattle in your engine. i’m gonna leave a meaningless mark.
— Cassandra de Alba, “Visualizing Success,” published in The Misanthropy


















