Tag: anne_carson

Don’t come back the way you went.
I recall silence.
Had she dreamed this?
He didn’t look up.
It’s a difficult situation now.
I’ll be fine, she thinks.
Find, lose, demand, obsess, move head slightly closer.
To be alive is just this pouring in and out.
Some questions don’t warrant a question mark.
Conversation is precarious.
Stones don’t care if you tell their story nicely.
That first entry. Crossing the border of consciousness into, into what?
You have to keep finding it, keep having it find you.
She visits others