"Draw a circle with a piece of chalk. Imagine standing in a constant cone
of light. Imagine surrender. Imagine being useless.
A stone on the path means the tea’s not ready,
a stone in the hand means somebody’s angry, the stone inside you still
hasn’t hit bottom.
— Richard Siken, “Seaside Improvisation”
"Why would your sister want to steal a memory from you?"
(…) to realize that all your life— all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain— it was all the same thing. it was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person… and like a lot of dreams… there’s a monster at the end of it. [txt insp.]