God, She Had Me By The Throat, By The Hip Bone, By The Moon. God, She Hurt Me With My Own Horns.

“God, she had me by the throat, by the hip bone, by the moon. God, she hurt me with my own horns.”

— Natalie Díaz, from The Cure for Melancholy Is to Take the Horn; Postcolonial Love Poem, 2020

ii. you were cool, the mountain goats

Did he put his hands straight through you like smoke? Did it snap something in you like thread?

Are you carrying it on your back like a whole other person? Is the deadweight of his name sticking in your throat?

Do they ask you if you know him? Has he kept you that secret? Are you supposed to have evidence? Could you point to where the pain is?

Could you tell him he did this? If you saw him, could you run? If you saw him, could you run? If you saw him?

— Phoebe Stuckes, from “Cassandra,” Platinum Blonde

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"I've never learn to read your mind, I've never turned things around."

exile - Taylor Swift ft. Bon Iver (2020)/Cobra Kai (2018-)