“What you don’t know: // I can moan into the mouth of the devil himself. / I can forgive.”— — Jessica Abughattas, from “On Loving,” Strip: Poems
“What you don’t know: // I can moan into the mouth of the devil himself. / I can forgive.”— — Jessica Abughattas, from “On Loving,” Strip: Poems
You must love your misery.
You must feast upon it.
I give orgasms to my misery.
My misery is more beautiful
when it smiles.— Jessica Abughattas, from “Riding in a Bus on the Way to Prison,” Strip: Poems
Suddenly everything is so comforting:
lakes frozen to the bottom,
a forest cathedral,a trembling voice that sings.
— from Chorus, eds. Saul Williams, Dufflyn Lammers & Aja Monet
“I am often in pain and I fear that it will get worse. I need to sharpen every possible weapon against it, but even more so against the fear, or the fear of fear, which is what is so debilitating. And I want to learn how to do that while there is still time for learning in some state before desperation. Desperation. Reckless through despair.”— — Audre Lorde, from “A Burst of Light: Living with Cancer,” The Selected Works of Audre Lorde
Tonight’s mood: random abandoned staircase in the middle of a national park
not to sound like a commie or anything but I hate how it costs money to be alive

hozier covering part of toxic in his livestream