Fragments

even if we are separated so I do not know

your name or voice

(if I seem so foreign as to be forgotten)

go to the airport inside your heart and I will do the same,

and meet you there,

amid the stream of difference.

—Jacqueline Winter Thomas

1A12:

You mentioned once how you †liked† Emily Dickinson, so I started using hyphens as stops in my poems.

1A14:

you are structurally unable to love—
deliverance is impossible.

2B23:

We resemble parallel lines, not meant to touch each other anymore.

4A12:

You are a waste of space. Please burn all my letters.

5A1:

You turned this sad girl into light and I will love you forever.

5A20:

Please disappear.

5A30:

I have loved you for too long. It is sad not having you in my life anymore.

6A1:

I am here. I will not leave.

6A2:

You make my texts much better, yet make me sound so angry.

6A3:

yes yes yes yes you won't hear no from me

7A4:

I am tired of gulping down the chaos that leaks from your pores.

7A5:

Thunderstorms remind me of you. I cannot decide if that is a good thing or not.

7A8:

Your words exude colors, and I would paint my blood with all of them.

8B1:

The best of all my rituals. Even if we are not together anymore, I will carry your name inside me. I will hold your image within my heart. I am forever molded by what you mean to me.





A: Ipsissima verba, literal quote.
B: Testimonia, reconstruction.