“You crawled inside my ribs to die. Giant becomes squirrel becomes a dirt-wet girl feverishly alive.” — 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
