Words are one way in which we can create bridges toward each other and create these alphabetical band-aids to make us feel as though, okay I can get through this hour, I can get through this day…Language is going to save us, in every way.”
somewhere on the east coast
Dear New York, we met during my lonely period. We’ve done some horrible things to each other and yet I keep coming back. What am I expecting from you?
seussian smile
when you bank on a body, confused with mine, all patchworked and removed—
you expect, you want, it is your privilege to see it stretch for you.
Whitney, but also you.
You have time.
You are not bored yet, even when you think you are.
I’ve got more maps in me than your fingers have touched, so what I mean to say is:
keep wandering.