Taste: chilli powder
Sight: a stack of books
Touch: silk braids; linen and cambric
Sound: affectionate sadness; you may hear it in his speech; cry-talking
Smell: patchouli
Quotable: "Who knows what babies will turn to?"
SNAKE-LIGHT
"When a snake swallows its prey,
a row of inner teeth help walk the jaw
"When a snake swallows its prey,
a row of inner teeth help walk the jaw
over the prey's body—walking like reading.
Walking over a word with the teeth of our mind.
To write is to be eaten. To read, to be full." — Snake-Light, Postcolonial Love Poem, Natalie Diaz
Extra: Even in suffering everyone's life is precious to them. And many suffering and witnessing suffering wish for suffering to end. It is not a black and white thing it is a terrible, terrible sea of grey.; exhaustion
A jolt of joy: "Young love-making—that gossamer web!"
Grateful for: a day off
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