Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
I Once Dated A Writer and
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.
.
Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
in america we don’t say i love you 4ever we say i love you 5ever (dat means more then 4evr).
I’ve always loved you. I’ve proved it, haven’t I ? I gave you my maiden’s gift. I would have given you a son too, but they murdered him with moon tea, with tansy and mint and wormwood, a spoon of honey and a drop of permyroyal. It wasn’t me, I never knew, I only drank what father gave me…
He’s stolen something
from me & I don’t know
if it has a name or not—
like counting your ribs
with one foolish hand
& mine with the other.
from me & I don’t know
if it has a name or not—
like counting your ribs
with one foolish hand
& mine with the other.
“
| — | “After Summer Fell Apart” by Yusef Komunyakaa (via the-final-sentence) |
