LOVE AND DEATH SPEAKING AT ONCE We come together. To love someone means to imagine their death. 2 a.m. and you lie awake in fear of us. What if? What if? Call your mother. Say you're sorry. Call your father. What? Call your sister. Memory sustains, memory fades. Take a picture. Keep a journal. Underline, doggy-ear, leave margin-notes in your book, mark it with your touch. Do not go into a mountain alone. Write the letter that embarrasses you: the most adulating, undulating language, each line a petal in a dahlia. Fields of swaying dahlias, you make them. Yes, you can. Give that person a bouquet of dahlias, grown, then cut for you; that is us, together. If we make in you such tender-hearted anticipation---is it so bad, us together? (Emily Jungmin Yoon)
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De mis favoritos del mes! Gracias💙