“Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms and follow the discordant hum of your personal entropy.” — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“If only you could see me as the Devil does: palatable & raw; chasing a chance blue moon” — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“What bothers me most about my teeth is that they don’t travel loin south, don’t sprout from the Mother Mouth. Vagina dentata, come closah,… — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms and follow… — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“I like my things hurried and haunted. Night tea darktime. Sacred geometry, secret geometry petal-flame whisper: I am here, and you aren't.” — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“Numbered are the days of hunger stricken strays a woman's curving taste a paper police state.” — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“You were, are cactus tourism. meeting you: granular fractals borrowed from oceans.” — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“You crawled inside my ribs to die. Giant becomes squirrel becomes a dirt-wet girl feverishly alive.” — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“You look within and upon and around me, savoring every inch. You pull my ear for no reason, and I can tell you really… — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“Here's to adrenaline. Here's to dramatic abandon of protocol. Here's to treasured pain and purple rain. Here's to chasing our souls, burning across to… — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“My mind: a thousand hungry daughters, my harlot heritage. Marbles: lost, no rescue search. Your heart: blooming thorns, and a stolen grocery cart.” — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
