“u are learning what it is to be loved it is a planetary terror it is a gargling of galaxies” The second section of the book was a ramble, the poem and it had this page turner pace that i really liked tho i really wanted to dwell on some lines, sometimes they were as simple as: how do i say i’m not ready to die in a poem i think i just did”

This book has hit a stride for me where I am starting to pause and eager to underline everything and anything but holding back from doing just that and taking a second to reread and pick and choose what I want to revisit like: “…i hadn’t expected to be alive as long as i have & now / feel everything i do or make occurs in the after-the-fact of a kind of life…” “i only worry over the possibility of dying w/o having been loved well” 🥺 “…my work connects w those who read & / love it & they reach out to say they feel deeply in it, as i feel” 💞 “i only wish to offer some small window of connection or comfort // i only wish to regard everyone on the level of their whole selves & to love / those i am able” 💙