Quotes added on Sunday, April 30 2017
“Homesick is just a state of mind for me, that
I’m always missing someone or some place or something,
I’m always trying to get back some imaginary somewhere.
My life has been one long longing.”
“
You like it
when the mirror
cuts you in half,
thighs pulled apart and then
sewed back together again
a smaller mosaic.
Something about the lie of a
reflection,
how the line in the middle always
takes a thing and makes two of it.
How you pull the string and
the body bleeds into the floorboards.
Nothing heals like the wall that
can shrink you down to the size of
a dream,
the size of a vision.
No one wants a room that can’t
see them.
—CAITLYN SIEHL, ROOM.
cuts you in half,
thighs pulled apart and then
sewed back together again
a smaller mosaic.
Something about the lie of a
reflection,
how the line in the middle always
takes a thing and makes two of it.
How you pull the string and
the body bleeds into the floorboards.
Nothing heals like the wall that
can shrink you down to the size of
a dream,
the size of a vision.
No one wants a room that can’t
see them.
—CAITLYN SIEHL, ROOM.
Let us pray
for the foxes
sleeping in your knees.
May you always know when to run.
Let us pray for your head hitting the pillow,
for your mouth when it whispers
“Enough. Enough of that now.”
O, pain.
O, it is no small thing,
with its chariots and its kingdoms
built on the backs of the suffering.
May you walk straight again in the free land.
When the light comes,
may you wear the morning well.
May you always keep part of it in your hands.
Let us pray for the courage roaring
in your colosseum chest,
that it stays hungry and that it wins.
Let us pray.
For your blessed bones.
For your sacred hands.
May you learn to love what is holy in you.
May you learn to love what is not.
To the ones that have not
loved you like you deserve,
may you forget their names.
May you remember your own, always.
Amen. Amen.
sleeping in your knees.
May you always know when to run.
Let us pray for your head hitting the pillow,
for your mouth when it whispers
“Enough. Enough of that now.”
O, pain.
O, it is no small thing,
with its chariots and its kingdoms
built on the backs of the suffering.
May you walk straight again in the free land.
When the light comes,
may you wear the morning well.
May you always keep part of it in your hands.
Let us pray for the courage roaring
in your colosseum chest,
that it stays hungry and that it wins.
Let us pray.
For your blessed bones.
For your sacred hands.
May you learn to love what is holy in you.
May you learn to love what is not.
To the ones that have not
loved you like you deserve,
may you forget their names.
May you remember your own, always.
Amen. Amen.
— A
PRAYER
i want
to disappear
.
Whether or not you're topless depends on what you consider your
top.
What is authority without accountability – and how can I get
a bunch?
