When I say
I trust you, I mean I’ve considered
that you could betray me, which means I know
you will, that we’ll have between us at last
that understanding which is a safer thing
than trust, not a worse,
not a better thing … Wanderer,
little firework, little
not-my-own, soon enough
the non-world we’ve been steering for
from the start: colorless, stripped of motion, all those
pleasures you knew so well how to give to others
I can hear you say, what world
By Carl Phillips, from “Blizzard” (via the-final-sentence)
[All is not as it seems. I am not as I seem.
Your soft limbs hide the outline of wings.
At the verge of thirteen, your toes grip the edge.]
Beneath your feet, a wind you dare not predict.
By Andy Jackson, from “All is not as it seems” (via the-final-sentence)