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I wanna travel and fuck you in every city we go to
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Everything I’ve Ever Let Go Of Has Claw Marks On It
— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “40”
[Text ID: “because sometimes it is easier to / write yourself out of the play / than to face another breakfast.”]
i now spend my days yearning for your touch and the smell of your cheeks
please tell me you do too.
i love you, it looks like rain, June Gehringer
on my walk to the shop i accidentally looked up and saw the midnight black sky
the same captivating -almost- black color of your beautiful hair that i always got lost in
i did not mean to look at the sky.
on my walk to the gym i accidentally looked up into the sky and saw a dark deep blue
the same beautiful dark deep blue that would peak through your curtains and light your bedroom that exact color at 6 in the morning
i did not mean to look at the sky.
on my walk to work i accidentally looked up and saw the pouring rain coming down
the same rain we would get excited for when we knew we would spend the entire day wrapped in each others skin, feeling our warmth, breathing one another’s air, all while the rain drops tapped on your window so gently
i did not mean to look at the sky.
on my walk i looked up in hopes i would figure out where exactly i was going
it was then i realized my home does not feel like a home
wherever you were was exactly where my home was
now i am so very lost but im not sure if even you can find me anymore
i think to myself maybe something up there can guide me
i finally meant to look at the sky.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell (August 1908)
Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Mary Magdalene”
[Text ID: “you are too deep inside me. / Wallpapered in my subconscious.”]
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980
Dunya Mikhail, from Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow and Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]