A Great Sense Of Grief Washes Over Me As I Watch My Face Settle Into The Same Expressions His Once Did

A great sense of grief washes over me as I watch my face settle into the same expressions his once did

I feel like there’s no way out. I really don’t want to but I feel so stuck. I really fucked up this time

Warsan Shire, from “Midnight in the Foreign Food Aisle”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

— Izumi Shikibu, from The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono No Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan

Margaret Atwood, from “Europe on $5 a Day”, The Door