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Picasso Shares His Screen

The faces of the students appeared one by one, both there and not.

The mother, too, is a monument. I am haunted by mine.

This made sense to me. Body + stressor = reaction.

The only thing different about Dan Cooper was his bomb.

I hate the word clean. It’s antiseptic, scrubbed raw; it makes me think of sin and guilt and a God I don’t believe in.

I wanted to feel in control of something, but I didn’t know how to say that.

To ghost, to refuse, to satisfy yourself with yourself, felt impossibly newfangled, like something I’d like to try.

It is only by holding Whitman accountable for all of his language that we can also love other parts of his language and poetics.

There aren’t enough trains in Los Angeles. Not enough for me to sleep.

I read poetry for enjoyment now, to feel seen, and to see the world differently.