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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

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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Richard Siken

He wants to be tender and merciful. That sounds overly valorous. Sounds like penance. And his hands? His hands keep turning into birds and flying away from him. Him being you. Yes. Do you love yourself? I don’t have to answer that. It should matter. —  Richard Siken, from “Unfinished Duet,” Crush. (Yale University Press… Continue reading Richard Siken

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