Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued. — Richard Siken Fear Copy Share Image
“When you have nothing to say, set something on fire. A blurry landscape is useless.” — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“Dear Forgiveness, you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things I want to ask you.” — Richard Siken Forgiveness Copy Share Image
I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly. — Richard Siken Dream Copy Share Image
The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time. — Richard Siken Desire Copy Share Image
You’re falling now. You’re swimming. This is not harmless. You are not breathing. — Richard Siken Breathing Copy Share Image
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. — Richard Siken Body Copy Share Image
Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling. — Richard Siken Alive Copy Share Image
Vanity, in a fairy tale, will make you evil. Vanity in the real world will drive you nuts. Vanity makes you say… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Fairy tales have rules. You are a princess or you aren’t. You are pure at heart or you aren’t. If you are… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
A kid under a tablecloth insists he’s a ghost. A table underneath a tablecloth is, I guess, like the rest of us,… — Richard Siken Ghost Copy Share Image
We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that… — Richard Siken Absence Copy Share Image
“Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your… — Richard Siken Clothes Copy Share Image
Here I am in a rabbit run, here I am in a valley of pine, waiting for you to find me. I… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Imagine that the world is made out of love. Now imagine that it isn’t. Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where… — Richard Siken Acting Copy Share Image
I’m saying your name in the grocery store, I’m saying your name on the bridge at dawn. Your name like an animal… — Richard Siken Animal Copy Share Image
Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however… — Richard Siken Cry Copy Share Image
The narrator blames the birds. And you want to blame the birds as well. I blamed the birds for a long time.… — Richard Siken Bad decision Copy Share Image
Knot the tie and go to work, unknot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing.… — Richard Siken Body Copy Share Image
Hello, darling. Sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things. You wanted to be in love and he… — Richard Siken Love Copy Share Image
Everything affects my poetry, every day something happens that changes me forever. I’m susceptible and plastic, thin-skinned and moody. — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving. You… — Richard Siken Beautiful Copy Share Image
“You cannot get in the way of anyone's path to God. You can, but it does no good. Every spy knows this.… — Richard Siken Journey Copy Share Image
...you're waiting because you thought it would follow, you thought there would be some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“The hunter sinks his arrows into the trees and then paints the targets around them. The trees imagine they are deer. The… — Richard Siken Goals Copy Share Image
I wouldn’t kill your pony. I’d like to believe it, anyway. I’d like to believe I wouldn’t drag you out in to… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened. Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
