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Richard Siken

Hello darling, sorry about that.                                                      Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry welived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell                                   and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.            Especially that, but I should have known.You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together           to… Continue reading Richard Siken

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Richard Siken

Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. — Richard Siken, from… Continue reading Richard Siken

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Richard Siken

Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. — Richard Siken, from… Continue reading Richard Siken

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American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Poetry

Richard Siken

Dirty Valentine There are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you.                   I touch myself, I dream. Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending              that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands,                                                         these shins, these soapy flanks.           The musicians start the overture… Continue reading Richard Siken

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