— sentence starters : the poetry of sophie collins, from the penguin anthology if i’m scared we can’t win.
i’m not saying they bother me or ‘men are my future’, merely how hard this has been.
she was shaking. she was fundamentally insecure.
good foundations are essential.
yes, it would have been painful and slow, but kinder.
i said comforting things to the scaffold but she only seemed to lean more heavily against the side of the church.
the saints see through roofs and through the centuries.
you can’t imagine it in terms of colour.
the saints manifest in burning homes. the homes are their minds but they’re also real homes.
consciousness is just the idea that keeps you here.
my drink is getting lonely, would you like to join me with yours?
your breath smells like peaches.
the future is an eye that i don’t dare look into.
last night i dreamed i was a ball of fire and woke up on the wrong side of the room. this is a recurring dream.
sometimes i wake up believing i am her and she is me.
as a girl i did not do well with other children.
what do you think, do we grow into our names, or does kismet know a thing?
my soul’s been in the bargain bin since russia.
the metaphors never took.
i can’t reverse the future.
in one vision she told me i had wished her many happy returns.
i am nothing for days afterwards.
they say ‘sum’ about me because they believe i am expanding. really i’m too clean cut.
and what was it ___ couldn’t say?
to smash to pieces the earthenware jug on the stovetop? the sound of a veil tearing? both were nice ideas, but i couldn’t stick with them.
the public is forever in fear.
the audience wants what the audience gets.
i noticed men bending letters, repeating my ideas.
just once i thought i’d found acknowledgement in the space between two untranslatable words.
sometimes divinity is more than a mortal can stand and he or she will burn.
if he was not in the house, it was an unusual day.
where did the dust come from and how much of it do you have?
do you want to lose your children?
everyone has a future but some have more than others.
my future — there is only one — my future is heard this, and is become loud.
first i was this, then i was that.
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