Poetry
“Poems don’t last as objects, but as presences. When you read something worth remembering, you release a human voice: you return a kindred spirit to the world. I read poems to hear that voice. I write to speak to those I have listened to.”
–Louise Glück
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Everything black turns blue
Bite me slowly, hold me tight. Caress me, write on my skin. What is it? What is it that you want?