Write books only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone.
True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.
Reading is primarily a symptom. Of a healthy imagination, of our interest in this and other worlds, of our ability to be still and quiet, of our ability to dream during daylight.
Who’s to say tomorrow won’t be the best day of your life?
it’s late, and all that makes sense is your scent lingering on my bed sheets…
There’s nothing so dangerous as a headstrong girl who knows her own mind.
I mourn the tragedy
of kisses that never happened,
the spark that was snuffed out,
months long after the moment
of faces so close they were warm
with each other’s breath & I mourn
even the kisses that did, my hair
in his fist, his hand yanking it
& me backwards & around to meet
his lips dry as Ohio grass during
a mid-July drought, or how I spun
to her scent & clumsily pressed
my mouth against her mouth
when I wanted a first kiss to be
so much more & instead it was
something remiss. I have done
many things like that kiss
& loved you recklessly like
dancing tongue tangos
with four different
boys or girls in one night
to forget the last person
who didn’t have the courage
to live a little. I keep trying
to find someone who can
(because you said you can’t,
said, ‘I can’t do it right, but there
will be someone who can.’ & when
you said that you meant love me,
you couldn’t love me, but were sure
others could do it without a failure rate
of seventy percent), but my hands
are still tied to your imaginary
bedpost & they are empty
& I am naked & it is cold
here where you left me
without even the care to remember
to cover my bruised body with a blanket
or tell anyone else where to find me
or how they could undo the bonds.
I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.
Rape is one of the most terrible crimes on earth. And it happens every few minutes. The problem with groups who deal with rape is that they try to educate women about how to defend themselves. What really needs to be done is teaching men not to rape. Go to the source and start there.
You tore my soul to pieces the day you didn’t look back. Something told me that you would look back, that you would love me. But you didn’t and I walked down to that airport, got on the plane, and lost your face in the clouds. My vision of heaven hasn’t been the same since.
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