Desire is about vanishing. You dream of a bowl of cherries and next day receive a letter written in red juice.

∆ Anne Carson, Norma Jeane Baker of Troy

In the second chamber
of my fourth heart
down to the left of the third valve
is the room I keep for you
for me to think of you.

∆ Lisa Olstein, from Cold Satellite, Little Stranger

“I cannot write about Damascus, without the jasmine climbing on my fingers. I cannot say Her name, without my mouth getting overcrowded with apricot drink, blackberries and quince.”

I like the type to eat the pussy till I levitate
I’m the type to make em beat it up then meditate