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Maybe memory is all the home you get.
[if they come for us, fatimah asghar || home, supernatural || from DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW. ;“pledging allegiance”, noor hindi || chaos, holly warburton || pilot, supernatural || danzy senna || marlena, julie buntin || ship of fools vii, natalie nickelback || homesick, noah kahan || back to the old house, the smiths || from a ceramic home with a quote, john murillo]
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ceramic home with a quote from John Murillo
fr. “Upon Reading That Eric Dolphy Transcribed Even the Calls of Certain Species of Birds,” by John Murillo
longing for a home that doesn't exist ࿏
giovanni's room, james baldwin / the girl who chased the moon, sarah addison allen / @electraheart2012 / mercy, mercy, me, john murillo [art: @heavensghost (x)] / my tears ricochet, taylor swift / the graveyard book, neil gaiman / biome, ryan galloway / there is a light that never goes out, the smiths / don't throw out my legos, AJR / caption: mad, bad, & dangerous to know, samira ahmed
john murillo upon reading that eric dolphy transcribed even the calls of certain birds,
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“Start with loss. Lose everything. Then lose it all again. Lose a good woman on a bad day. Find a better woman, then lose five friends chasing her. Learn to lose as if your life depended on it. Learn that your life depends on it. Learn it like karate, like riding a bike. Learn it, master it. Lose money, lose time, lose your natural mind. Get left behind, then learn to leave others. Lose and lose again. Measure a father's coffin against a cousin's crashing T-cells. Kiss your sister through prison glass. Know why your woman's not answering her phone. Lose sleep. Lose religion. Lose your wallet in El Segundo. Open your window. Listen: the last slow notes of a Donny Hathaway song. A child crying. Listen: a drunk man is cussing out the moon. He sounds like your dead uncle, who, before he left, lost a leg to sugar. Shame. Learn what's given can be taken; what can be taken, will. This you can bet on without losing. Sure as nightfall and an empty bed. Lose and lose again. Lose until it's second nature. Losing farther, losing faster. Lean out your open window, listen: the child is laughing now. No, it's the drunk man again in the street, losing his voice, suffering each invisible star.”
– John Murillo, "Variations on a Theme by Elizabeth Bishop"
Start with loss. Lose everything. Then lose it all again.
"Variations on a Theme by Elizabeth Bishop" by John Murillo
Maybe memory is all the home / you get.
— John Murillo, from “Mercy, Mercy Me,” Kontemporary Amerikan Poetry
“Maybe memory is all the home / you get. And rage . . .”
