there’s the black chasm of want expanding in my chest the way a bead of ink breaks, making me difficult to touch without an exit plan.
— Savannah Brown, “The Universe May Stop Expanding in Five Billion Years” (from Sweetdark)

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there’s the black chasm of want expanding in my chest the way a bead of ink breaks, making me difficult to touch without an exit plan.
— Savannah Brown, “The Universe May Stop Expanding in Five Billion Years” (from Sweetdark)
11.10.20
wandered into the living room to find it bathing in morning sunlight
there’s the black / chasm of want expanding / in my chest the way a bead / of ink breaks, making me difficult / to touch without an exit plan. - sweetdark, savannah brown
hey, english isn't my native language, could you help me understand what "rip the halos from the stats" means? or more specifically what does "stats" mean, i assume we're not talking about statistics. x
Hi there! It’s quote From Savannah Brown’s poetry collection “Sweetdark”. I’ll include the poem it’s from.
So “stats” does actually refer to statistics here! In this poem, she’s telling her lover that they don’t have to over romanticize the fact of their existence. Or rather, they don’t have to claim it’s some miracle of destiny. It can just be a miracle of the odds. Kind of saying you don’t need fate, isn’t the pure coincidence and the tiny probability of any of this happening beautiful enough? So “ripping the halos from the stats.” Taking away any element of magic or the divine, and just leaving the miracle of the statistics.
It’s one of my favourite poems in the book, so I put it as my title thing. I also just really like the way it flows and the way it sounds? The whole poem is lovely which I why I included the whole thing for you :)) Thank you for asking!! (Also I was trying to remember which poem exactly this came from in the book, so I searched up the line, and my blog is the first two search results for it in google,,,, terrifying.)
Touch me baby, oh yeah!!
— Savannah Brown, “Observation” (from Sweetdark)
just ordered sweet-dark by savannah brown, i’m so excited to read her poetry again!