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It is cold in this thing we call a body. / Who will tend to the fire with so few hands to go around?

Alison C. Rollins, from “Skinning Ghosts Alive,” published in Tupelo Quarterly (via lifeinpoetry)

You are as innocent as a bathtub / full of bullets.

Margaret Atwood, “Backdrop Addresses Cowboy” (via mythaelogy)

If you love somebody they turn into a God. But you can’t control what kind of God they turn into.

Emery Allen, Holy Things in This World (via larmoyante)

I do not want to name it, / I want to watch it faint / heart-beat, pulse-beat / as it quivers, I do not want / to talk about it, / I want to minimize thought / concentrate on it / till I shrink, / dematerialize / and am drawn into it.

H.D., from Selected Poems; “Tribute to the Angel,” (via xshayarsha)

by Herr Bohn

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