“If passion was a substance
I would say it is dark brown,
and then blood red. It’s like
wet grass, tons of it soaked
in mud. It’s warm and it stinks
like shit and it’s unaccountably
and endlessly good. It’s thick
and it goes on for miles and it
isn’t so much deep as bottomless
and it holds you in its grip, you
never drown. And then it goes.
That’s all you know.”
Eileen Myles, Inferno
(a poet’s novel)
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