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a bot tweeting fragments of queer poetry, prose and plays. format maintained where possible. extracts mostly err on the side of hopeful. made by .

Vrijeme pridruživanja: prosinac 2018.

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  1. Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you. Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

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  2. This moment my whole trajectory’s toward you, and it’s not losing momentum. Call it anything we want. Marilyn Hacker, On Marriage

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  3. their faces would merge into his and he would be the love you wept for them Saint Gavin Saint Ged Saint Unknown of Manchester Bedsit Andrew McMillan, Revelations

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  4. Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. 'Darling, darling,' she murmured, 'I live in you.' Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

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    I’m immoderately in love with you, knocked out by all your new white hair Eileen Myles, Peanut Butter

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    someone will remember us I say even in another time Sappho, trans. Anne Carson

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    i wonder why he wants to make me fatter and shrink himself, what am i ingesting that is just his digestion, baby bird of desperation and no self-love Caleb Luna, feeding me starving

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  8. 4. velj

    sometimes, I just want to ride you into the sunset like in the movies. is that too much to ask? Allyson Ang, Wet Dream

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  9. 3. velj

    words spill from your mouth in waves, your lips taste like the sea, salt-sweet (trees and seas have flown away, I call it loving you) Reginald Shepherd, You, Therefore

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    born of collective anxiety / dream- lover / living constellation / man- ifest id / the bawdy bisexual mid- baccinal / horsey lout / bad lad / Richard Scott, centaur

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    Hard to be uncertain, afraid and divided, hard to feel the deep pulling and calling, yet sit there and just quiver – hard to want to stay and to want to fall. Karin Boye, trans. Jenny Nunn, Yes, Of Course It Hurts

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    I am struck in the witched hours of want— I want her green life. Her inside me in a green hour I can’t stop. Green vein in her throat green wing in my mouth green thorn in my eye. I want her like a river goes, bending. Natalie Diaz, From the Desire Field

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  13. 2. velj

    I had not really known I could be so much more than myself. I had not known another body could do this to mine. Ali Smith, Girl Meets Boy

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  14. 2. velj

    I don’t like what the moon is supposed to do. Confuse me, ovulate me, spoon-feed me longing. Brenda Shaughnessy, Gay Pride Weekend, S.F.,1992

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    So she's a Pisces, right? which means she's already in love with a girl at the other end of the bar Olivia Gatwood, Aileen Wuornos Takes a Lover Home

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    Trying to get over what my writer friend said, All you write about is being gay or Chinese. Wish I had thought to say to him, All you write about is being white or an asshole. Chen Chen, Poem in Noisy Mouthfuls

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    I cum like a goddamn tsunami & next thing you know experts are calling my orgasm a natural disaster & you're collecting checks from FEMA. Allyson Ang, Wet Dream

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    My thoughts about you are not exactly forbidden, but exalted because they are useless, not intended to get you because I have you & you love me. Eileen Myles, Peanut Butter

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    Doesn’t that astonish you. You did want me. Say it again. Strawberry. Lifting beside belly. Lifting kindly belly. Sing to me I say. Gertrude Stein, Lifting Belly

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    Whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine - tender, delicate your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond of the fiddlehead fern in forests Adrienne Rich, (The Floating Poem, Unnumbered)

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