We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it. — 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
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
“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
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
“want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that I ran out into the street to prove… — Richard Siken Copy Share
“You cannot get in the way of anyone's path to God. You can, but it does no good. Every spy knows this. Somesay God… — Richard Siken Copy Share
