a museum of her heart
weeping over this inscription i found in my secondhand copy of Maurice:
"Harry, I'm glad I met you in 1973. Nathaniel"
“I crave so much more than just a physical connection. I crave words and depth. I crave who you are and where you came from, your desires and fears. I yearn to know every inch of you beyond the surface.”
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i just. wanna LIVE. read some BOOKS watch some MOVIES. what's all this abt careers? ambition? what abt LETTING THE SOFT ANIMAL OF UR BODY LOVE WHAT IT LOVES
cat laziness is so contagious. you'll see your cat flopped on its back in your bed a completely comfy cozy baby and you'll be like. you're right. you make a compelling argument.
need a cup of coffee. an excellent therapist, some wiser older human to cry to. a poem that’ll have my neck between its teeth, a million dollars, to go somewhere far. to retreat, to overcome my fear of trying and of facing a blank page. etc, etc
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980
“To be folded up together as if we were silk,”
— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “The Moss of his Skin,”