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“あなたはあたしの肉体を素通りしただけ。二度会うことはないわ。 (You only passed through my flesh. We’ll never meet again.)”

“The only hope, or else despair / Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre– / To be redeemed from fire by fire. […] / We only live, only suspire / Consumed by either fire or fire.”

Forfeit my eyes, I want to turn away  from the hair on the floor of his house  & how it got there Monday,  but my one heart falls  like a sad, fat persimmon  dropped by the hand of the Turczyn’s old tree.  I want to sleep. I do not want to sleep. See,  one day, not today, not now, we will be gone  from this earth where we know the gladiolas.

i don’t take the rain seriously except on days when my own pulse shakes my face into a sob

““I’m lonely,” he says aloud, and the silence of the apartment absorbs the words like blood soaking into cotton. He is so lonely that he sometimes feels it physically, a sodden clump of dirty laundry pressing against his chest. He cannot unlearn the feeling.”

Unhook your body from its fear of this vastness, this dream of the sea where clouds shift their bone map, erase your footsteps again and again. Here, where the land is a form of water, all freezes to light. Even you.

In the body, all things

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.