I’ve never been alive before or since. I’m afraid I’m already dead. Alice Notley, from Culture of One: Poems; “Bighorn,”
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I want to dig out what is ancient in me,
the mistaken-for-monster,
its ophidian prowl,
its raven-cursed rudiment -
let it teach me
how to be unafraid again. Scherezade Siobhan (via viperslang)

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