Children cross the river using pulleys on their way to school in the outskirts of Modena, Italy, 1959
— Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves
I have outsmarted you, but you think you’ve won. That is why it feels so good.
i had a nightmare
you put a gun to your head with tears in your eyes
i ripped it from your grasp and shot every bullet into the wall
i don’t know how to deal with missing you
he knows how i like my coffee and how my eyes will always reveal the words that my mouth cannot speak
i force myself to choke back ”i love you” every time our eyes meet
because i have loved before but never like this
and now the word ‘love’ tastes like off-brand cereal in my mouth
i think i have found a good human being
one who wants every single inch of my hairy legs and half-shaved happy trail
one who stares at
my troubled complexion and gigantic eyes
and still goes down on me
in the morning he kisses my dry mouth and looks at my ugly face
the way he cocks his head to the side with a smile
makes me think he knows something about every man who came before him
i have never showered with anyone else
There were no survivors.
"Curing AIDS? Shit, that’s like Cadillac making a car that lasts for 50 years. And you know they can do it, but they ain’t going to do nothing that fucking dumb. Shit, they got metal on the Space Shuttle that can go around the Moon and withstand temperatures of up to 20,000 degrees, you mean to tell me you don’t think they can make an El Dorado with a fuckin’ bumper that don’t fall off?"
- Chris Rock (“Bigger and Blacker”, 1999)
There was once a boy who wrote me a love letter. It sat in his desk drawer for two days. Then he threw it out.