Jordan | 25 |
& i’m sorry. & the words don’t
do anything. we’re a brittle collection of
apologies, trying to trade them like candy &
see which flavor we like best. you’re asound that haunts & i am the white static
on the side of the road, lights blinking &a warning on the dashboard.
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“It is for she that the cherry bleeds. That the moon is steeped in milk and blood.”— Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, from “Hard on for Love,” released c. 1986
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i killed a plant once because i gave
it too much water. lord, i worry
that love is violence.— José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,” Citizen Illegal
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