a-quiet-green-agreement:

“Everything fades the minute you’re somewhere else,” she says. It’s a mistake to say these things. “It fades.”

– Jennifer Egan, from “The Stylist,” Emerald City and Other Stories (Nan A. Talese, 1996)

firstfullmoon:

I made it through
April, May, June; it seemed
I had outsmarted grief

but pulled the hanged man
card repeatedly—the self-same
sorrow said a different way.

— Maya C. Popa, from “Signal”