You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
AIMEE BENDERYou try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
AIMEE BENDERIt is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
AIMEE BENDERPouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
AIMEE BENDERListen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows.
AIMEE BENDERWe hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
AIMEE BENDERThe stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
AIMEE BENDERI want to be violated by insight.
AIMEE BENDERI could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
AIMEE BENDERLight is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
AIMEE BENDERI don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
AIMEE BENDERIt’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
AIMEE BENDERYou feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you’re alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you’re that important.
AIMEE BENDERBefore she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
AIMEE BENDERI felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
AIMEE BENDERWhen the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
AIMEE BENDERBut what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
AIMEE BENDER