Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Everything affects my poetry, every day something happens that changes me forever. I’m susceptible and plastic, thin-skinned and moody. — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things. You wanted to be in love and he… — Richard Siken Love Copy Share Image
“Dear Forgiveness, you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things I want to ask you.” — Richard Siken Forgiveness Copy Share Image
“When you have nothing to say, set something on fire. A blurry landscape is useless.” — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings/ and you say I'll give you anything but you never come… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale. — Richard Siken Landscape Copy Share Image
Here I am in a rabbit run, here I am in a valley of pine, waiting for you to find me. I… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving. You… — Richard Siken Beautiful Copy Share Image
I wouldn’t kill your pony. I’d like to believe it, anyway. I’d like to believe I wouldn’t drag you out in to… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened. Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“The hunter sinks his arrows into the trees and then paints the targets around them. The trees imagine they are deer. The… — Richard Siken Goals Copy Share Image
Fairy tales have rules. You are a princess or you aren’t. You are pure at heart or you aren’t. If you are… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Hello, darling. Sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Knot the tie and go to work, unknot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing.… — Richard Siken Body Copy Share Image
I never liked that ending either. More love streaming out the wrong way, and I don't want to be the kind that… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars as the road around us grew glossy with ice… — Richard Siken Fast car Copy Share Image
“He was not dead yet, not exactly— parts of him were dead already, certainly other parts were still only waiting for something… — Richard Siken Heart Copy Share Image
The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time. — Richard Siken Desire Copy Share Image
I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly. — Richard Siken Dream Copy Share Image
Vanity, in a fairy tale, will make you evil. Vanity in the real world will drive you nuts. Vanity makes you say… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
We can do anything. It’s not because our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we struggle with. The attempt to say… — Richard Siken Friendship Copy Share Image
Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your… — Richard Siken Clothes Copy Share Image
A kid under a tablecloth insists he’s a ghost. A table underneath a tablecloth is, I guess, like the rest of us,… — Richard Siken Ghost Copy Share Image
“Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that… — Richard Siken Absence Copy Share Image
