You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
AIMEE BENDERShe is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.
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My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
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She is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.
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Pouring 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.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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Listen. 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.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
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