“maybe I was never feminine, or animal maybe I need to learn that wanting something into existence is not creation, but just want. I am want for womanhood as I am want for maleness, or for how I want for animalia again, or for the first time the body wants for air forever, and then it doesn’t.”— Aeon Ginsberg, “Poem in Which I Transition into Want,” published in BOAAT (via bostonpoetryslam)
“these bones are breaking under the wishes of someone stronger. my mouth bleeds from corners lips cracked & dry & there are no words of wisdom. this is fear & terror & the dark. it is a GOD who refuses to accept worship or thanks- does that make them stronger? between their claws lay my pinkies & yours but you don’t feel a thing. promises split like paper. GOD laughs & I do not wish to save myself.”— what are we if not wishbones, remnants of preys & meals & no thanks. || O.L.
