• You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for

    Richard Siken
  • Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,

    Richard Siken
  • If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand

    Richard Siken
  • He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand

    Richard Siken
  • There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you need. Now say hello

    Richard Siken
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