Dontecollins Quotes

 
my [grand]mother moved out
of her body
decided it
was no longer worthy

 it couldn't contain her laughter
she couldn't obey the house
rules of human
her spirit
that young & fresh fever
wanted to call the night her dance club
wanted to try on new clothes
stay out later

my [grand]mother now wears the world
dresses herself with the tall grass
blushes her cheeks with red clay

she laughs & a forest fire awakens
she laughs & every mountain bows
to her sharp thunder
she laughs
& each cicada begins to sing
last night Saint Paul was cloaked in steam:
fog traveled from some distant heat

no, i think
you've got it all wrong
someone must have asked my [grand]mother
to dance

—DEATH AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A SONG



GRIEF LED ME ON A LEASH
TO YOUR LIPS.

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I LOVE YOU: TRANSLATION:
           I wouLD Love You:
translation: I have the
CAPACITY TO LOVE YOU           
iF You wouLD LeT me.
 
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I think of the closet and all the youth still splintered by its unruly wood. I don't have language. For now, I'll say: understand those who use the closet you've built them as flimsy armor against your bullets.

 

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love can be the
water that grows
a thing. but love
needs watering too
 
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Don't listen to them.
You Deserve Love even
IF YOU HAVEN'T YET LEARNED TO
Love YouRseLF. You
ARE CAPABLE & COMPLEX &
aLwaYs aRRIvInG.

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I have survived myself. Again. I am learning to soften my inner critic. To dull the sword I wield against myself. To not use a sword at all. I am falling in love with the anthem of my pulse. The way it thunders, roars, fills me with good weather on bad days.

I can list the women who never promised to stay and the women who stayed until they couldn't. I can list the men who left because and because and because. But no. Instead I'll say: Grief is a country. Everyone here lives beside their body. Watches their self, we talk ourselves to the edge of a cliff then talk ourselves back home. Tuck ourselves into bed. We keep ourselves alive.






Preserve. Because you are your own ecosystem. Because some people take and take and take from the land. Without any traditions in giving



 





I'm trying, I'm trying. Some days my body is a broken receiver, a barbwire telegraph. You say I love you, I hear I'll leave you. Every time. Every time.



 

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