"If there was one thing I could save from the fire,
he said, the broken arms of the sycamore,
the eucalyptus still trying to climb out of the yard -
your breath on my neck like a music that holds
my hands down, kisses as they burn their way
along my spine -or rain, our bodies wet,
clothes clinging arm to elbow, clothes clinging
nipple to groin - I'll be right here. I'm waiting." -- Richard Siken, Saying Your Names
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You bring a bag of homemade cookies to the beach, or make your best friend’s birthday cake, and people will coo “You made that?” in a way that they never do for people who do mundane things like fix cars or birth babies. You will be a Nobel Prize winner, a computer programmer, a rock star.
Aisha Tyler; Swerve: Reckless Observations of a Postmodern Girl