“ (I want to fall in love, but not forever. Is that the truth, or am I still confused where love’s concerned? Or am I simply used to Solitary broken by Whoever looks interested or interesting? Never quite thought of it that way. What is the juice that drives the flower, forces green the fuse that sparks in me—what? Last night, with my lover, I almost dropped the L word. O confusion! He gathered up my hair the way they do when habit seems like love. On top of him I swear I found some new type of orgasm. I’ve swallowed almost anything, but do you think it’s good to swallow I love you?)
— -Moira Egan, Bar Napkin Sonnet #22
(Source: inspireplease.livejournal.com)
