MIND: Kiss

Nothing like a woman who knows
to kiss the right thing at the right time,
then kisses the things she’s missed.
How had I ever settled for less?

I was thinking this is intelligence,
this is the wisest tongue
since the Oracle got into a Greek’s ear,
speaking sense. It’s the Good,

defining itself. I was out of my mind.
She was in. We married as soon as we could.

The Kiss // Stephen Dunn

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MIND: Inexplicable

I just wanted to tell you that with all your faults I love you. I love or revere very few people. As for the rest, I’m ashamed of my immense indifference to them… But for those I love, nothing and no one, neither I nor certainly they themselves, can ever make me stop loving them.

The First Man // Albert Camus

SOL: Stella

He gets high off the ways my
Body opens and creates space
Intergalactic highways through
Arteries making his heart race
Watching muscle stiffen and
Clench in unspoken haste

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Something Better to Send Into the Ether.”

MIND: Fluid

I have never been able to understand people with consistent lives – people who, for example, grow up in a liberal Catholic household and stay that way; or who in junior high school are already laying down a record on which to run for president one day. Imagine having no discarded personalities, no vestigial selves, no visible ruptures with yourself, no gulf of self-forgetfulness, nothing that requires explanation, no alien version of yourself that requires humor and accommodation. What kind of life is that?

Tongues Untied // Michael Warner

MIND: Internal

You have to pull yourself together in order to fall apart. I move in extremes. I need a quiet place to process it all and write. I’m one of those people that get really affected by other people’s energy. Honestly, I can be a bit of a wild animal when someone fucks with me – I don’t take it well, but I also don’t want to be known as someone not able to control my rage, so instead I withdraw.

// Chelsea Wolfe

SOL: Downtown

I wandered downtown at rush hour and
Tried in vain to look someone in the eyes
Great gaping wounds of longing erupt on my skin
They can smell it, they must see it on me
This vast emptiness encompassing my soul
Straight down to the marrow
Bones vibrating through, the incessant need
To be held, to be loved
For the altruistic act of one hand on each
Side of my face, probing my psyche
Reading my mind, repenting me of my sins
Allowing me to lift the omnipresent shroud of guilt
From memory, blessing me with metamorphosis
Aligning me with gentle nudges to the right path
At long last

3AM Thoughts // AKA “She Told Me To Repent My Sins & I Didn’t Know Where To Begin.”