They say I have attachment disorder
from years in the orphanage—I say
I’m attached to dirt…
Go ahead,
think of me—
throw the red flag down.
I’m one you never figured.
— Jan Beatty from poem Drag
- For My Part, I Prefer My Heart To Be BrokenFor my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack. — D.H. Lawrence Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines. — Jodi Picoult from My Sister’s Keeper
- Say That I Was StarvedSay that I starved; that I was lost and weary;That I was burned and blinded by the desert sun;Footsore, thirsty, sick with strange diseases;Lonely and wet and cold, but that I kept my dream! — Everitt Ruess
- Things Get Broken And Sometimes They Get Repaired…things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully. — Hanya Yanagihara, from A Little Life
- You Be The GirlYou, over there, you be the girl In red sequins on the front of a card selling love. — Mary Jo Bang from poem February Elegy
- There Is No Rest For There Are Many Miles To WalkThere is no rest for there are many miles to walk in the small house, traveling past the same chairs, the same tables, the same glassy portraits on the walls, flowing into darkness. — Horace Gregory From poem Interior: The Suburbs