the illuminated cities at the center of me

(…) Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me, and here is the center
of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we
can drink from, but I can’t go through with it.
I just don’t want to die anymore.
—  Richard Siken, from Saying Your Names
the signs as richard siken quotes

Aries: “Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.”

Taurus: “I didn’t want to write these pages until there were no hard feelings, no sharp ones. I do not have that luxury. I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again. I want more landmarks, less landmines. I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it.”

Gemini: “Imagine this: You’re driving. The sky’s bright. You look great. In a word, in a phrase, it’s a movie, you’re the star, so smile for the camera, it’s your big scene, you know your lines. I’m the director. I’m in a helicopter. I have a megaphone and you play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.”

Cancer: “I came to tell you, we’ll swim in the water, we’ll swim like something sparkling underneath the waves. Our bodies shivering, and the sound of our breathing, and the shore so far away.”

Leo: “For a while I thought I was the dragon. I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was the princess, cotton candy pink, sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle, young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with confidence but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess, while I’m out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire, and getting stabbed to death. Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.”

Virgo: “When we were little we made houses out of cardboard boxes. We can do anything. It’s not because our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring your friends.

Libra: “But you paint anyway because the hand is a voice that can sing what the voice will not and the hand wants to do something useful.”

Scorpio:  “Imagine a room, a sudden glow. Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can’t go through with it. I just don’t want to die anymore.”

Sagittarius: “I crawled out of the window and ran into the woods. I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air.”

Capricorn: “You can’t get out of this one, Henry, you can’t get it out of me, and with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because it’s all I have, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.”

Aquarius: “Tonight you’re thinking of cities under crowns of snow and I stare at you like I’m looking through a window, counting birds.”

Pisces: “He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I’m surprised I saw his hand at all.”

anonymous asked:

if you don't mind me asking, what are your favorite siken poems, (or lines), and what do you love about them?

Okay, I’m so sorry that this took me forever to answer, but I wanted to give this question the proper attention it deserves since Richard Siken is probably one of my greatest influences. This is going to be long, so I’ll put it under the cut.

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Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist.
Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me,
and here is the center of me,
which is a lake, which is a well
that we can drink from,
but I can’t go through with it.
I just don’t want to die anymore.
—  Richard Siken, Saying your names
Interlude

For Chris; thank you. 

(AO3)

…. Say hallelujah, say goodnight, say it over

the canned music and your feet won’t stumble,

his face getting larger, the rest blurring

on every side. And angels, about twelve angels,

angels knocking on your head right now, hello

hello, a flash in the sky, would you like to

meet him there, in Heaven? Imagine a room,

a sudden glow. Here is my hand, my heart,

my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated

cities at the center of me, and here is the center

of me, which is a well that we

can drink from, but I can’t go through with it.

I just don’t want to die anymore.

                      - Saying Your Names, Richard Siken

You remember the first time you kissed a boy. You were fifteen. It was during a game of Truth or Dare, and his mouth was sticky and sweet and tasted like Coca-Cola as it pressed against yours. His hand was a heavy pressure pushed to your cheek.

The kiss itself only lasted a few moments before he pulled away, but you were left wide-eyed and breathless with mussed hair and the biggest hard-on you’d ever had.

His name was Karl.

But of course he laughed it off, running a hand through his own straw coloured hair, not at all affected. You wanted to cry, then and there, but instead you shuffled back to your place in the circle, surreptitiously adjusted your pants, and pretended to laugh along with them.

“How gross,” he’d commented, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

That night, you thought of narrow hips and broad shoulders and a firm grip with your hand wrapped around your cock. The worst part was that you enjoyed it.

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Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me, and here is the center
of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we
can drink from, but I can’t go through with it.
I just don’t want to die anymore.
—  Saying Your Names by Richard Siken