when ocean vuong said “don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here?” and natalie wee said “like any unloved thing, I don’t know if I’m real when I’m not being touched” and jenny slate said “about me: I am supposed to be touched” and richard siken said “but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body”




















