Joy Sullivan, From "Long Division", Instructions For Traveling West

indigo.

run bulletproof

when jeanette winterson wrote “i want to be able to call you. i want to able to knock on your door. i want to able to keep your key and give you mine. i want there to be no gossip. i want to make supper with you. i want to go shopping with you. i want to know noting can come between us expect each other.” and when franz kafka wrote “you clam you haven’t done enough nice things for me, but is there anything nicer, any greater honor you can show me than simply being with me and allowing me to sit in front of you” and when james schuyler said “not to be in love with you i can’t remember what it was like it must’ve been lousy” and when caitlyn siehl “You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you. You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes. I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks. You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine. I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss.” and when sanna wani wrote “I want to eat fruit the same way you eat fruit with your lips not your teeth tongues stained with juice when I smile I want you to smile back wipe the corner of my mouth with your thumb kiss me kiss your thumb show me how fruit tastes in your mouth just a touch different from how it tastes in mine” and when daniel walsh said “I crave the simplest love of you with you. a cold night, warm sheets, and your skin against my own. certainly, that is all I could ever ask for.” and edna st. vincent millay wrote “I am going to make you love me. sweetheart, what I mean is: I want to sit on the edge of your bed while you have your breakfast - i want to laugh with you, be incredibly silly, be incredibly happy, be like children, and I want to kiss you more than anything in the world.”

chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’

a lot of you know me for the "my psychiatrist asks me about friendship & i tell him about distance" excerpt but its been almost a year since i wrote it & the whole piece still resonates so i thought id share (x)

hi !! can i request something with the theme love as cooking and/or eating together? thank you <33

Anne Carson, Decreation

Li-Young Lee, Eating Together

Wendy Cope, The Orange

Danez Smith, in lieu of a poem, i’d like to say

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

@peoplehood (x)

Tennessee Williams, in a letter to Donald Windham

Eileen Myles, At a Waterfall, Reykjavik

Ross Gay, Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude

Crystal Wilkinson, Praise Song for the Kitchen Ghosts

Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, July

Hadewijch of Antwerp, Love Has Seven Names

Genesis 3:6, The Holy Bible (NIV)

Danez Smith, acknowledgments

Richard Siken, Litany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

Joan Tierney, Love Is The Foundation

@rosewater1997 (x)

Christopher Citro, Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled With Shrieks

Hozier, Work Song

Alan D. Wolfelt

Sue Zhao, My mother texts me instructions to cook silken tofu

The Adventure Zone: Episode 12, Amnesty

Frank Ocean ft. Tyler, The Creator, Golden Girl

Barbara Crooker, Poem with an Embedded Line by Susan Cohen

Nina LaCour, Everything Leads To You

the artists that draw our favorite characters laughing together in kitchens are the pillars of the world, carrying its weight from collapse.

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