“ I remember a new heaviness in my body, but maybe that's the work of time and my looking back. ”
The sight of a palm tree silhouetted against the sky made even his life feel like a movie
~ Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich
In the books I find the thrum of everything unsayable. The characters weep the way I want to, love the way I want to, cry, die, beat their breasts, and bray with life.
dragonflies circled me, the sun knifing off the brilliant blues and yellows of their bodies.
Years later, I remember the waxy taste of the yellow paint, the papery taste of splintered wood, the sharp metallic of the graphite.