not done being shameless

August 1, 2019


A hand on my thigh. That is what I’m thinking about, most of the time. A hand slipping under my dress,  the other holding the steering wheel, and me,  upright in the passenger’s seat. Fearless. Always fearless in love, like I’ve had practice.  Look,  I know you’re sick of hearing about the skin of it all, but I’m not done being shameless with where I want to be touched. A hand pressed lightly against my neck. Lips grazing the apple of my bottom lip. Your name like a tongue over the ridges of my teeth. Your body like a downpour with me dancing underneath it.

Caitlyn Siehl
Most of the Time


August 1, 2019

My library is an archive of longings.

Susan Sontag
As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh

exist in it

August 1, 2019

A book is not shut in by its contours, is not walled-up as in a fortress. It asks nothing better than to exist outside itself, or to let you exist in it. In short, the extraordinary fact in the case of a book is the falling away of the barriers between you and it. You are inside it; it is inside you; there is no longer either outside or inside.

Georges Poulet
Phenomenology of Reading