Sofia

“Too late to be forgiven now, the witches said. I wasn’t exactly forgiven. They had my portrait done instead.”

“I hate them. I hate them as I hate sex, the man’s mouth sealing my mouth, the man’s paralyzing body— and the cry that always escapes, the low, humiliating premise of union—”

“Our time together taught me that my body is not a hotel. Not a townhouse. Not a place to lease. My worth is not determined by those who want to live inside me.”

“I am sitting in this park, watching an old couple almost cry together, and I want this to be the most important thing I do all year.”

“I do not want to be a person. I want to be unbearable.”

“His poems are clever and terrible and lovely.”