There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in… — Sharon Olds Copy Share Image
“An army of empty High Life cans covered the floor around the chair—an actual army, because I’d used a knife to cut… — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share Image
“actual army, because I’d used a knife to cut little strips out of the can sides so that they folded down, like… — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share Image
I shall lie folded like a saint, Lapped in a scented linen sheet, On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint, Narrow and… — Elinor Wylie Copy Share Image
“A blanket could be twirled in the air, like a new idea in your mind, and then either discarded or folded up… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
