27 Quotes by Deborah Landau

More and more it's deliciousness I wantbut all the time there's less of it.

How long can I sit here not doing the thingI want to do.

mostly dreams reject uslights go up at daybreakno reentry

narrow the zone and see your lifewhich is what we call it as if it were a real thing.

tonight the backyard is brutalin its twilit emptiness& I have put my lipson the glass of his face againso I won't be lonely& I have dressed to please himbecause it's too quiet heremy hand alive in the cage of hisan actual dandelion in the grassbeside his sandalthe mosquitoes grazing our ankleswe should go inside he saysas the pitchblack comes on again like arsenicover the glowing lawn

There's a little edge of pain here and we walk along it.Don't cry, don't kiss me either, and also don't stop.

I had fallen into despairdid this bother him

I'd rather watch you doing itthan do it myself.I'd rather hear about it.I want to be told.I'd rather just sit here.Hold the mask over my facewhile you do it to me.I'll put some music on.Now see how we grow aglowso young and beautifulour capillaries all lit up.

I have nearly completed your disappearance