i don't know how to love wholly
which means,
there are parts of me
too scarred, charred
i am still choking
from the smell
of the burnt flesh.
which means too,
i will love you wholly
with the scattered pieces of me
picked after the flare.

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i don't know how to love wholly
which means,
there are parts of me
too scarred, charred
i am still choking
from the smell
of the burnt flesh.
which means too,
i will love you wholly
with the scattered pieces of me
picked after the flare.
i want love bridled with the occasional fights.
i fear i will never make any place my home.
Of all the violence I have known in my life, I have not known violence like the way I have spoken to myself.
how do i get over you?
I don't want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there's gonna have to be
a thousand separate heavens
for all of my flying parts.
Andrea Gibson, Royal Heart
i said to the sun|tell me about the big bang|the sun said |it hurts to become|
Andrea Gibson
And maybe, just maybe, I get to be your favourite song.
Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor
There is no escape in stutter
You feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat
S-s-s-separation
Stutter is a cage made of mirrors.
-Repetition, Phil Kaye
Wasn't raised religious
But I wish that I was
Havin' nothin' to believe in,
Has been killin' my buzz.
Gulped down the food| like a starving man| I now have stitches | Maybe that's how it was with my heart| Gulped down love so greedily| the heart had to rip| stitches.
They say I think too much of the future,
I say that the scalds are too raw,
Too raw to not think of their recurrence.
“I would say that there exist a thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else, and that our dignity and our chances are one. The farthest star and the mud at our feet are a family; and there is no decency or sense in honoring one thing, or a few things, and then closing the list. The pine tree, the leopard, the Platte River, and ourselves—we are at risk together, or we are on our way to a sustainable world together. We are each other’s destiny.”
— from Winter Hours by Mary Oliver (from “Upstream: Selected Essays”)
“Perhaps we are […] ghosts searching for ruins?”
— Mahmoud Darwish, from The Hoopoe; If I Were Another: Selected Poems (tr. by Fady Joudah)
Perhaps ❤️
I've been a fool/but/strawberries and cigarettes/ always taste like you
Troye Sivan, Strawberries and cigarettes
'and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence'
-- George Eliot, Middlemarch