“In the spring of 2020, when the lockdown began, Liz still owned the ax that broke down her childhood front door…”
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“In the spring of 2020, when the lockdown began, Liz still owned the ax that broke down her childhood front door…”
“Writing poetry has trained my eye and ear to look and listen to my day with deep attention.”
“To sew a jacket, one must first imagine it fragmented.”
“If ever a saint could be described as not giving any fucks, it would be her.”
“John Lennon is singing I’m So Tired. / I know you’re tired. As you burn in this Brooklyn kitchen,”
"…I’m just sort of putting my ear against the thing and trying to discern its heartbeat…”
“He loved the sense that sex could be an intervention between two people.”
