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Emily Skaja Quotes

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“What is this impulse in me to worship & crucify
anyone who leaves meâ€�”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“If ghost, if whore, if virgin—same origin story:

because X was a face too lovely, Y was a corpse in the lake.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“How many implements of shame should I hold against

myself?”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“We're almost a whole shadow now from far away.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“He said I didn't want to tell you
to wait for me
(But wait for me)”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“Done with the whole dark
& the insect dirge
under blue lit lamps.
Done trying to remember

June, first stars & August
when I was Penelope
when I was Eurydice
when July was missing

& I was my own dull shade.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“I know what to do
with the dark.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“Is it giving up if you give what you have
& the universe still fucks you”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“Oh hawk, what's your damageâ€�
are you here to pick the bones

of the years I laid waste to
like I never loved a thing? So be it.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“as if my own voice
could return me

to myself.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“Don't tell me the sun is an exit

the sky is a clamp.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“It's not anyone's fault that this world is full of omens.
By all accounts, history is a practice

of ignoring things & hoping for the best. You can drive
yourself crazy with looking. You can expect

bad luck to mark you unfooled, fooled.
Light to mark you with light.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“On Broad Street, ravens

lurk on the Divine Lorraine Hotel as if to say
Always a corpse flower, never a bride.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“I said I never want to survive that story again
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“I have just this one heart okay I was burned I was gaslit nearly to ash on the first try
From the start I was told I was a powerful speaker I was told when & how I should speak
It's true I made a feast of my own misery I invited everyone the whole gang”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“My mind is a wishbone drying. I hold it taut & pull to break.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“Understand I need these fragments. To tell it once is not enough.
I have a hundred holy objects, everything looked upon, to break.

Time will pass, time will pass me, attaching mile-marker threats

to every causeway.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“unfull but full of loathing”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“Underneath

every pattern is a logic

it's your privilege to ignore

& yours is dreamsense yours is erasure”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“Hello you

are a vessel of vessels.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“Compromised by longing & looking for language

to note the differences in the map: the pointed spruces
tipped against the moon this time

& the water halflit, star-slid—but it makes no difference
in the telling.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“but I can stand here reciting all the words I have
over the hole & that's what's leftâ€�”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“Listen to me, I'm not hiding itâ€�
I'm swimming out to meet the boats
coming armed up the river

& I wish he were watching
through a lead-black fog.
I had his book of exits learned by heart.
I thought I knew it.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“If I loved someone like that. A figure of questionable authority
figuring out which relics to preserve under cling wrap.

For the way he smelled like cedar. Mispronounced the names of plants.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“New inadequate gestures of suffering Chimeric thing”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“Blue river nameless, sky blank, pointless”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems