Crush

???Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.???

i know this book took me a long time for how few pages it has but that was mainly because was cherishing every line and i didn't want to rush any moment of it.

i'd read short bits of richard siken before but honestly this was such an experience. this book tells a story and i'll probably read it again all in one sitting to feel what that's like. but this, this is the kind of poetry that really gets to me. siken's poetry tells me a story and it hits me with its metaphors and sensations in every line. i'm not sure how weird this is to say but his poetry is very sensory? i can feel and taste and smell it while reading it, every poem like a small (or large) multidimensional film experience. it makes me want to try to catch it in images even though i know i won't be able to.

i'm sure i did not understand parts of this and i'm sure i can go back a hundred times and find new things and change my interpretations and just knowing that that's what's ahead? amazing.

some of my favourite lines (emphasis on some because i can't possibly name all of them):
??? ???I want more seats reserved for heroes.?????? ???The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.?????? ???In these dreams it's always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge. Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.?????? ???Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can't go through with it. I just don't want to die anymore.???