Books
"This is all anyone needs to know, finally -- if you can resign yourself to losing, you may win."
Dorothy Baker, Cassandra at the Wedding
“Finally I took off my bra
So many wolves fell out"
Niina Pollari, Dead Horse
I opened my eye. It was not confronted by pussy. That onslaught only happened in Tío Miguel’s room. If Abuelito was hogging the bathroom, the only other toilet you could use was Miguel’s, and to earn relief you had to journey through the labyrinth of pornography that filled his bedroom.
Even on his toilet, Miguel treated you to muff. On the door across from his commode hung a life-size poster of a lady in a see-through blouse splaying herself, Georgia O'Keefing you as things shot out of your own flower. I minded all the pussy but, at the same time, part of me welcomed it.
Myriam Gurba, “Georges Bataille, Look Into My Eye”
"The science of existence was completely out there for me to explore. Me, a twenty-five year old female. There’s no mystery why poetry is so elaborately practiced by the young. The material of poems is energy itself, not even language. Words come later."
-Eileen Myles, Inferno (a poet’s novel)
"I sell many things but my orgasm cannot be bought. . . Everybody needs to have something that matters to them. This lets me be private but not alone. Powerful and not challenged. Full and away, drawn inside myself and then released, with the sensation then gone."
from Prostitute Laundry by Charlotte Shane
