Mary Oliver, from One Or Two Things in “Dream Work”
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“I butterfly it like trout. Slide my knife through the mountain ridge of little bones. Lay it flat. Turn it over and over. And yes, I cried cleaning what we had. Found that exhaustion is looking hard for the hesitation in your voice like it is biological specimen. Or evidence. Like you becoming another thing not loving me back is part of some terrible crime scene.”
— astagesetforcatastrophe, butterfly the messages
“My great-grandmother loses me to her mind. I think of her memory like slow-cooked meat, a thing that falls too easy off the bone. And then wonder if that is fate. If that is how all tender things must go.”
— Audrey Ying, fragment from “how to cook everything”
“You still occupy more spaces than you could ever deserve.”
— astagesetforcatastrophe, no room
“Your absence is the worst kind of wake-up call.”
— astagesetforcatastrophe, the moon is leaving us
“It is a privilege to have seen the flowers in you when you choose to bury them for everyone else.”