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riding in cars with boys.
May. 13th, 2015 09:08 pmI made an artstuff:
Text is from Richard Siken's 'Crush', which I've loved forever, but which I never connected to The Charioteer before this, apt though it is:
“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”
Probably because the rest of the poem isn't much like.
I also made something else, not particularly fannish:
Text is from Richard Siken's 'Crush', which I've loved forever, but which I never connected to The Charioteer before this, apt though it is:
“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”
Probably because the rest of the poem isn't much like.
I also made something else, not particularly fannish:
