Crush
You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.
From the archives
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1925
The Hollow Men
we are the hollow men
we are the stuffed men
leaning together
headpiece filled with straw. alas!
our dried voices, when
we whisper together
are quiet and meaningless
as wind in dry grass
or rats' feet over broken glass
in our dry cellar.
shape without form, shade without colour,
paralysed force, gesture without motion;
those who have crossed
with direct eyes, to death's other kingdom
remember us - if at all - not as lost
violent souls, but only
as the hollow men
the stuffed men.
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The Hollow Men
we are the hollow men
we are the stuffed men
leaning together
headpiece filled with straw. alas!
our dried voices, when
we whisper together
are quiet and meaningless
as wind in dry grass
or rats' feet over broken glass
in our dry cellar.
shape without form, shade without colour,
paralysed force, gesture without motion;
those who have crossed
with direct eyes, to death's other kingdom
remember us - if at all - not as lost
violent souls, but only
as the hollow men
the stuffed men.
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“There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one's safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind.”
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