“If I could/bind myself to this moment, to the slow//snare of its scent/what would it matter if I became//just the flutter of page/in a text someone turns//to examine me/in the wrong color?” -- Mary Szybist
#Color #Scent #Pages
“Without you my air tastes like nothing. For you I hold my breath.” -- Mary Szybist
#Air #Taste #Without You
“I do not believe in the beauty of falling.” -- Mary Szybist
#Believe #Fall
“You can’t have two worlds in your hands and choose emptiness.” -- Mary Szybist
#Two #Hands #World
“There’s plenty that poetry cannot do, but the miracle, of course, is how much it can do, how much it does do.” -- Mary Szybist
#Miracle #Doe #Plenty
“Days go by when I do nothing but underline the damp edge of myself.” -- Mary Szybist
