March 2012
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“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
John Green
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“It is not so much that I miss you as the remembering which I suppose is a form of missing except more positive, like the time of the blackout when fear was my first response followed by love of the dark.”
Dorothea Grossman
“I thought, please don’t grow familiar. I think I said it out loud Please don’t let me love you that horrible way.”
Olena Kalytiak Davis, exerpt from “All the Natural Movements of the Soul”
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I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,[…] but now I want a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping.
Dean Young
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It’s always like this. I catch their scent and old feelings come around.
Wordless: still, we know one another, or should.
All I want is to take my quilts, spread them beside the porch rail,
and deep in the night, at ease together, speak of longing, of love.
Xue Tao (transl. by Jeanne Larsen)
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Brutal
Brutal to give the prisoner a window— a blue sky glimpse—
as if an afterlife existed. Brutal for you to parade
in a body in the same room where I dream you.
Andrea Cohen
