there were two things I read this weekend

as I feel spilled out.

“I don’t really allow myself to get close to people on an emotional level because my insides are all riddled with maggots, which is very frightening for people to see, especially up close, especially when they are, you know, inside you.”

Tell Me I’m Worthless by Alison Rumfitt

The Brain is deeper than the sea —
For — hold them — Blue to Blue —
The one the other will absorb —
As Sponges — Buckets — do —

The Brain—is wider than the Sky—, middle stanza, by Emily Dickenson.

Art (The Brain — is wider than the Sky) by Spencer Finch.