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Of lines you wish you wrote yourself.

November 21, 2011    |    0 COMMENT(S)

<br /> <blockquote>24<br /> You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.</blockquote><br /> An excerpt from Richard Siken's poem "You Are Jeff" published in the Yale University Press Books Unbound website. So beautiful.<br /> <br /> <i>Like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.</i>



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