Trisha G.:
My grandmother kept a box of old photos in her attic & we used to go up there on rainy days & sit on the floor in the dusty light & go through them & she would tell about witches & broken hearts & how we came from royal blood
Trisha G.:
There are times I think I'm doing things on principle, but mostly I just do what feels good. But that's a principle, too.
Trisha G.:
If I love you with all my heart, I said, what will you give me? & then I stopped & said he didn't have to answer that because I was going to do it anyway.
Trisha G.:
There's nothing wrong with helping people all the time, she told me, as long as you throw regular orgasms in there to help you keep perspective.
Trisha G.:
Today all I could remember was the way your body held the ocean of my self & for a moment there was only one us in all creation.
Trisha G.:
I still remember the day the world took you back & there was never time to thank you for the thousand scattered moments you left behind to watch us while we slept.
Trisha G.:
How many people can you love before it's too much? she said & I said I didn't think there was any real limit as long as you didn't care if they loved you back.
Trisha G.:
In her dream, she said, she was a bird who fell asleep & dreamed she was a man who wore bright colors & treated women poorly & she asked all the other birds what it could mean
Trisha G.:
we finally chose to walk like giants & hold the world in arms grown strong with love & there may be many things we forget in the days to come, but this will not be one of them.
Trisha G.:
I used to be pretty clear on what was real & what I made up, but with everything going on in the world, none of that seems to matter, so I just decided to talk less & smile to myself more, so as not to add to the general confusion.
Trisha G.:
It was a day filled with the glow of ordinary things & we passed them quietly from hand to hand for a long time
Trisha G.:
I remember we sat in the swing on the front porch & as the dusk came on us like a song, dark throated & sweet, he told me about the beginning when we had bones of light & hair that burned like the sun
Trisha G.:
I can remember walking down the street, saying my name over & over, until all of a sudden, it didn't sound like my name anymore. It didn't even sound like a word at all--
Trisha G.:
I've always liked the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be, so it's easier to remember who I am.
