"I do not want / to give myself—I want to be stem, / stamen, petal, not blossom, not bloom—"
"There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair."
If Life Is As Short As Our Ancestors Insist It Is, Why Isn’t Everything I Want Already At My Feet by Hanif Abdurraqib
"I am a simple man. I want, mostly, / a year that will not kill me when it is over."
"later that night / i held an atlas in my lap / ran my fingers across the whole world / and whispered / where does it hurt?"