HADES : Each one of my ribs —I will open each one of my ribs with fingertips, break each one of my ribs, and allow you to dive your hands into my chest so you can feel the beating of my heart. I will show you that life isn’t always warm, isn’t always veiled in dusk and emerald. PERSEPHONE : And I will spit between your ribs and you will survive on my contempt.

All sins are attempts to fill voids.

My brother once showed me a piece of quartz that contained, he said, some trapped water older than all the seas in our world. He held it up to my ear. “Listen,” he said, “life and no escape.”

I fall in love with all that is difficult and bone, poetry as hot breath and glass, a terrible coming and coming apart.

What would people look like if we could see them as they are, soaked in honey, stung and swollen, reckless, pinned against time?

concrete vs. clouds sometimes I wonder which is preferable: absolute certainty or endless faith

But how do you find the right people-how do you love without smothering them? How do you not suffocate them with all the love you’ve built up in their absence?