nomad

they need to invent a running away & never coming back that doesn’t affect your life

when richard siken wrote “i’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting” / when pylades said i’ll take care of you, orestes pushed him away saying ‘it’s rotten work’ but pylades stood his ground: “not to me, not if it’s you.” / when joo yeo jeong says “i’ll do it, i’ll be your headsman. i’ll join the sword dance. tell me, what do you want me to do first. how do you want me to do it? who do you want me to kill first?” / when amal and max wrote “i want to be a body for you. i want to chase you, find you, i want to be eluded and teased and adored; i want to be defeated and victorious— i want you to cut me, sharpen me.” / when amy dunne says, “i’ve killed for you, who else can say that?” / when franz kafka wrote “love is, that you are the knife which i plunge into myself” / when kate bush sang, “spilt me open with devotion, you put your hands in and rip my heart out / when benjamin alire sáenz wrote “break me, I am bread. I will be the water for your thirst” / when sylvie baumgartel wrote “my ribcage exists for you to open so you can hold and eat my heart” / when saeed jones wrote “look at the weapon I’ve made of myself. You want to cut yourself on me, don’t you?” / when margaret atwood wrote “if i love you is that a fact or a weapon?” / when anne carson translated these words: “h of h: i cannot rise. too heavy with filth and sin”. “th: give me your hand.” “h of h: I’ll stain you”. “th: i’ll take it.” / 

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