Quotes from Tim Seibles

Sometimes I miss you the way someone drowning remembers the air.

Some days I can go nearly an hour without thinking of the taste of your mouth.

And if the air is chilly she feels it - in fact, if you put your hand on her arm you would know she still remembers how touching changed the weather, how a hand skimming the wrist was once a window opening onto a better season where people did better things than be lonely, where the wind was a river of candlelight pushing the blue silhouettes of trees.

what is the lesson of history, if not that we owe each other more bread, more friendship, fewer lies, less cruelty.

I remember holding you against the sink, with the sun soaking the window, the soft call of your hips, and the intricate flickers of thought chiming your eyes. Your mouth, like a Saturday.

so she stays there remembering the warmth of honey between her toes, with her blood not humming, with the sound of the name almost always coming to her.

Power is the capacity to turn people into money.