Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
I don't know where I end and the world begins. My best guess? Skin. It's the only actual boundary between the body… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he… — 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
Knot the tie and go to work, unknot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing.… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one. — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling. — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses—I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the… — Richard Siken 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 could pretend… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“We're shooting the scene where I swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“Here we are, at the place where I get to beg for it. Where I get to say ‘Please, for just one night, will… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“The stranger says there are no more couches and he will have to sleep in your bed. You try to warn him, you tell… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“I looked at all the trees and didn’t know what to do. A box made out of leaves. What else was in the woods?… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, how we rolled… — 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. I get… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
