“It is strange to hear my words Read back to me. I don't think I wrote them To have them ever leave the page. I think I only write What happens across my brain When my feet are too weary… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“I feel his arm Lightly Over me. He takes one of my outstretched hands. Draws it beneath my stomach. "One more time..." This is not sex, Not friendship. Something Strange Special In the stillness of his breath, The waterlike way… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“Maybe he, like me, is engaged in the kind of unspoken rebellion you don't want to perform too brightly since you're never certain anyone… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“It is strange to hear my words Read back to me. I don't think I wrote them To have them ever leave the page.… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“Wish my life were inside a book So I could turn to the ending, See if it is a love story Or a gothic… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“The dusty library air is electric with secrets/ almost palpable in the thick quiet that bounces between/ Cal and those books and me” — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“I wish I could concentrate on dancing Instead of spending so much time pretending I am still in junior high But with Rem, I… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“Am I lonelier now Than when my sad imagination Had him disappear? Heart torn, Loosing tiny droplets Of sorrow No tape can measure No… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“Thank God there are places with sounds that make me cry from beauty, not from pain.” — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“Does it matter that people and things Have words, Have names? If not, Why read any book? A litany of useless letters Detached from… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“I feel his arm Lightly Over me. He takes one of my outstretched hands. Draws it beneath my stomach. "One more time..." This is… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“The tips of my overgrown bangs dip into the wet of my tears. My fingers, forehead, moisten with sweat. I fight the slipperiness, press… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“Do I dare ask him for what I want, As if I knew it, Could find it on some page In some chapter In… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
“Dare I tell them that since I came here to dance I have been giving pieces of my body away To ridiculous diets, To… — Stasia Ward Kehoe Copy Share Image
