Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every so… - Andrea Gibson

who with a heart can stomach / how much they can stomach? / all your blood in the water / and i could still wade through, / and i will again and i will again / and i will again with everyone i lose. / what i want most is to live / the rest of my life desperately / wanting to live it.

I wish you were here.
Autumn is the hardest season.
The leaves are all falling
and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground
and the trees are naked and lonely.
I keep trying to tell them
new leaves will come around in the spring,
but you can’t tell trees those things,
they’re like me,
they just stand there
and don’t listen. — Andrea Gibson, from “Photograph,” Pole Dancing To Gospel Hymns (Write Bloody Publishing, 2008)

I keep waiting to get high on life. I keep waiting to wake up in a field remembering I spent the whole night snorting the lines the planes left in the sky, my bloodstream full of honeymoons.