Zoya Nazyalensky in Rule of Wolves (Leigh Bardugo)
in memory we are swept green, waving lazily like a tall grass swaying & softened by a breeze slipping past us.
Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters
I leave, I leave—
At the end of this story,
I walk into the sea
and it chooses
not to drown me.— Jihyun Yun, from “The Leaving Season,” Some Are Always Hungry
Gripping my bathroom sink repeating I am not afraid to keep on living I am not afraid to walk this world alone
“can you explain how your education and previous work experience qualify you for this position?” How about I kill myself in front of you instead?