Even If You Dont Believe In God, You Have To Believe In Narrative. Things Happen, One After Another,

even if you don’t believe in god, you have to believe in narrative. things happen, one after another, world without end. just because you’re self-aware doesn’t mean you can change what’s happening. eventually someone is going to break your heart. eventually something you love is going to be taken away. and then you will fall to the floor crying. and then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking “i am falling to the floor crying” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well and when you’re having sex with your next lover on this very floor they will also notice that you didn’t paint it very well and they will think less of you for it. and then you have to hold the contradictions of sobbing uncontrollably and wondering about grammar in your head at the same time.

*

richard siken

*

alex dimitrov, july

*

like someone in love / return to seoul

*

franz wright

*

aaron schwartz, on the other side of grief with ocean vuong

the most romantic thing a human being can say / to another human being is let me help you vomit. / no human being has ever said this to me / & i keep going to god too clean as though god / is frightened of muddy feet. if i am missing / a hairpin i don’t go at all. please describe / your vomiting; it is like a psalm for me / a place where wilderness might be new. / other people’s dirt makes a lovely frock. / grant i be forgiven in the gush.

*

melissa broder, waterfall