“Every morning I sit at the kitchen table over a tall glass of water swallowing pills. (So my hands won’t shake.) (So my heart won’t race.) (So my face won’t thaw.) (So my blood won’t mold.) (So the voices won’t… — Jeanann Verlee Copy Share
“Men, want to fix you, save you, or fuck you. I can’t be fixed and I don’t care to be saved.” — Jeanann Verlee Copy Share Image
“Every morning I sit at the kitchen table over a tall glass of water swallowing pills. (So my hands won’t shake.) (So my heart won’t race.) (So my face won’t thaw.) (So my blood won’t mold.) (So the voices won’t scream.) (So I don’t reach for knives.) (So I keep out of the oven.) (So I eat every morsel.) (So… — Jeanann Verlee Copy Share
“Men, want to fix you, save you, or fuck you. I can’t be fixed and I don’t care to be saved.” — Jeanann Verlee Copy Share Image
“Yes, you can love the river. The knife. The pills. / The wine. You can love a thousand lonelinesses.” — Jeanann Verlee Copy Share Image
