“I once fucked a man who was unspeakably ugly, and it wasn’t even winter. What I mean is that I bludgeoned the palm fronds to keep from sobbing. What I mean is that I lit a kite on fire and didn’t say I was sorry.”— Erika L. Sánchez, bostonreview.netTagged: Self-Destructive, Poetry, One Night Stand, Not Sorry
“What I know best is the color of sun through my own eyelids.”— Erika L. Sánchez, bostonreview.netTagged: Nature, Chase The Sun, Free Spirit, Summer Feels
“I cried on a toilet in the middle of New York City. Four times in one day. I counted. I promise. That time I was stunned by my own pudendum. The smell. Then I became ashamed of my shame, et cetera, infinity until the end of time itself.”— Erika L. Sánchez, bostonreview.netTagged: I Hate Myself, Sad, Lonely