"I went swimming with a cop. His name was victoria or Angel. it was like sleeping with your own twin. All of the women at night court were like old friends. we all wore white.
the river slows down."
— Bernadette Mayer, *Moving* (via elisabethworkman)
"You are stringing arrows by a lilac bush
Every time I forget a person my body apologizes
Bad night of dreaming
The rows of devils thick as trash
I want a world I can get inside
We cross the street
In our bone marrow is bread"
— Sorrow Arrow, Emily Kendal Frey