Quotes by Taylor Rhodes, calloused: a field journal

“i dreamt i crawled on top of you and kissed your hips, one at a time, my lips a smolder. i straddled your waist and pressed both shaking hands against your torso. spongy, like an old tree on the fo...”

“reining yourself in because why ruin a good thing? why make it weird? and then you say goodbye, with a hug, with a snarky remark, and head home. you climb into bed and imagine them with you. you th...”

“blessed beshewho isbothfuriousand magnificent”

“derelict. my voice cracked and yolk poured out. wind chimes rigid, no breeze, no song. my wings found hidden in your suitcase. pleas for help mistaken for a swan song. i'm stuffing pages from my jo...”

“he walks into the bedroom like he owns it. says, i wanna be filthy with you. takes me down hungry. helps me shed my skin. cafun. he looked at me like i wasnt something ruined. filled my vicious par...”

“highway wildflowers swaying like the ocean. queen annes lace like doilies for a tea party never attended. this is a conversation between two parts of yourself. the fever will break soon, but until ...”

“holy, holy, holy dawn. my hips rocking into your face. the edge inviting. your name like dry wine on my tongue. your name branded into my inner thigh.”

“we are born into this world on the tailcoats of a scream. born into gritted teeth and a shock of red across the pristine. born into a solemn hush. are you evil? you, who tore into this world on a s...”

“no one can recover if they wont admit the wrongdoings. i wont recover if i pretend it was all sunshine. i have to remember his vindictive temper and realize that sheltering the house from the storm...”

“instead of mourning, instead of a moment of silence or a hateful, islamophobic message, how about today we make the world a little brighter?be kinder. be a little gentler, with yourself and others....”

“purple threaded evening. a torn goddess laying on the roof. milk sky. lavender hued moan against hot asphalt. the thickness of evening presses into your throat. polaroids taped to the ceiling. ivy ...”

“no one can recover if they won’t admit the wrongdoings. i won’t recover if i pretend it was all sunshine. i have to remember his vindictive temper and realize that sheltering the house from the sto...”

“he walks into the bedroom like he owns it. says, “i wanna be filthy with you.” takes me down hungry. helps me shed my skin. cafuné. he looked at me like i wasn’t something ruined. filled my vicious...”

“highway wildflowers swaying like the ocean. queen anne’s lace like doilies for a tea party never attended. this is a conversation between two parts of yourself. the fever will break soon, but until...”