:) “I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here.” — Charles Bukowski Author “Maybe I am my own happening. Maybe I am the beginning of the story, before you walk in with your bad jokes and your three years of silence scattered across the turnpike. I am trying to think about the moment that I started crying, and I think it was when I realized that all of my poems were about you. But maybe they weren’t. Maybe I was just drawing you in between the line breaks because I was lonely and didn’t know how else to fill in the moments. Maybe I am my own poem. Maybe I am the reason my hands shake, why I can’t say no to you even when you aren’t asking me for anything. Maybe I am the bad days. Maybe I am my own sun. Maybe I am in charge of my own undoing, of my own healing. Who taught me to thank the ones who didn’t want to stay? Who taught me that you were something to hurt about? Maybe it was me. I think it was. Maybe I want to rest my tongue in my own mouth and maybe I don’t actually need anything from you. I could be the moment it all started. I could be responsible for the violins in my throat, for the piano in my teeth. Maybe you were never the music in me. Maybe I have always been singing.” — Caitlyn Siehl, Piano Teeth
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 10:43:19 +0000
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