Once upon a time, I used to write a lot of poetry. So when I came across this passage by Richard Siken, I had to share it with both of you.
I spent the afternoon with one of my girlfriends from high school, so I've been thinking about that period in my life today. This passage feels like the forbidden-ness of everything when you're in high school.
"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
— Richard Siken
I hope your Valentine's Day was filled with the right kind of obsession.
