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Scheherazade

fables-of-the-reconstruction:

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
                                                       and dress them in warm clothes again.
         How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
                   It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
         it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
                 how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                       to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
         we’re inconsolable.
                               Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

Richard Siken

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"'Forests have secrets,' he said gently. 'It's practically what they're for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.'"
Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente (via whoistorule)
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"

Suppose you woke

& found your shadow replaced
by a black wolf. The boy, beautiful

and gone.

"
— excerpt from a new poem in the latest issue of BODY Literature—a fairly new journal getting a lot of traction lately. (read it here )
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