Those Eyes Which Looked As If They Had Been Fished From The Bottom Of The Sea

Tomorrow either I will murder you or you will rinse the knife in water

Garous Abdolmalekian, Flashback tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

and in a windowless attic some of me is in the smoke rising from the chimney

Anna Frajlich, Here I Am tr. Regina Grol

I want to say the poet is never afraid because he is unceasingly afraid, and therefore cannot become that which he already is

Mary Ruefle, On Fear

Until I come to understand that to be saved doesn't mean to save but to survive.

Dagna Ślepowrońska, tr. Regina Grol

Does the earth fill the mouths of the dead to stop them from describing what they've seen?

Garous Abdolmalekian, Long Poem of Loneliness tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

it’s been two days and i’m still obsessed with this answer from céline sciamma about portrait of a lady on fire

I believe in ending sentences with a preposition in order to give the ideas a way out.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

And your lips rise from the dead in each of my smiles.

Wisława Szymborska, A Sentence tr. Regina Grol

The light is astounding, a hammer.

Anne Carson, Kinds of Water

Despair recognizes its own ridiculousness

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book