“Neither Patriarch nor Pussy”
— Emily Dickinson 814

eps-ilon:

toiletpaper magazine: food issue

(via aizea)

“She dealt her pretty words like Blades -”
— Emily Dickinson 479

finery:

our toes popped out the weave of jelly shoes
and rolls of puffy stickers got spent on old
notebooks
butterfly clips and scrunchies busted
and tore up our long tight-braided hair
nylon barbie backpack lightup velcro sneakers
all our fashions and our juvenilia
have become our trash
we were…

Me

“repetition affirms identity
by seizing again
and not by imposing a rainbow
(that necktie of cosmic wedded bliss)
equally fleeting as fair”
“More and more weightless
my body: the clothes on the pole
are an image of me I agree with.”