
let me declare doorways, corners, pursuit, let me say standing here in eyelashes, in invisible breasts, in the shrinking lake in the tiny shops of untrue recollections, the brittle gnawed life we live, I am held, and held —Dionne Brand, Thirsty (emphasis mine)
Cited in Chapter Three: “The Hold” inside, In The Wake: On Blackness and Being (2016) by Christina Sharpe, pg. 68
Standing Here in Eyelashes
It’s pitch black. A darkness so total it doesn’t just threaten to swallow you, it promises you’ll disappear. I accept this might be home and patiently await my fate. I’m no longer waiting for…
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