5 Quotes by Hera Lindsay Bird

The past is a bad invention that keeps on happeningAnd it hurts to think about, like an unpaid billIt's the wind dragging the desert backwards at night& it burns you, like a pastel whip

A poem should never be a tourniquetYou have to let the blood goes where it wants

Sometimes I wonder if it's ethical to be a woman at all

I love to feel this bad because it reminds me of being human.

You take off your dress and stand in the river your body a ghost on loan from someone else’s past.