Tell me we’re dead and I’ll love you even more. If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand. Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time. The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Top Richard Siken Quotesĭo we simply stare at what is horrible and forgive it? ~ Richard Siken. He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand. I followed myself for a long while, deep into the field. The hand is a voice that can sing what the voice will not, and the hand wants to do something useful. Oh how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead. What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. To be a man on a hill, or all the men on all the hills, or half a man shivering in the flock of himself. They huddled closer, shoulder to shoulder, painted themselves in herds… ~ Richard Siken. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time. His hands keep turning into birds, and his hands keep flying away from him. Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. I don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back. I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars. We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven… ~ Richard Siken.
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