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1 " As kids we were warned against playing with gender as if it were a plastic bag THIS IS NOT A TOY but here are some pictures of you in drag getting ready to head out to a party or maybe that was the party "
― Mark Bibbins , 13th Balloon
2 " For me elegy is a Ouija planchette something I pretend not to touch as I push it around trying to make it say what I want it to say "
3 " How many thousandsof stories like yourshave been toldand forgotten how manystories of lovingly durable nurses of hospital sheets of IV tubes dripping saline and morphineHow many stories of drugsthat would haul youalong in their wake for a whilebut finallylet you sink "
4 " I often confuse a sense of futility with a call to action. "
5 " There are days when everything feels like a metaphor for your having died There are days when nothing does "
6 " I was clever in a severely limited sense "
7 " I am going to pull the musicfrom your mouth and furthermoreI'll take the orange aching light that splitsyour ribs when I or anybeautiful things come at you. "
― Mark Bibbins
8 " Bowerbird"Recently I rescued a supermarketbag from the crotch of a tree,found fewer shields than souvenirs,figured out how to game the pain scaleand opted not to. Water the colorof watery tea comes throughthe light fixture on a holidaywhen nobody will come plug it upand make us regret complaining.Nothing like a movie to remind youthat you never travel and a lotof almost fornicating happensa mere floor or two above the oneyou’re on. Shoulder, TV flicker, flashof back. I’ll make up a name and tryto affix it to whoever leftthese four white doors on the sidewalk,which I dragged home two and oneat a time. In daylight they revealsmudges left after tenants groped onespot, then the next—hallway, stairwell,street, the mess just beyond, foreston the dented side of a globe.There’s always the absurdwoven into every nest I build and hoparound, waiting for the right oneto wander in. The right oneis the one who wanders in. "
9 " Since you died the house style could best be described as leaves that cling to trees too long into winter "
10 " William S. Burroughs said cut into the present and the future leaks out When I cut into the past what leaks out is you "
