I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
Aimee BenderTags: hope
Joseph would reach out to me occasionally, the same way the desert blooms a flower every now and then. You get so used to the subtleties of beige and Brown, and then a sunshine-yellow poppy bursts from the arm of a prickly pear.
Aimee BenderBeing there was like having a good cry, the clearing of the air after weight has been held.
Aimee BenderMy eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
Aimee BenderWe have better things to do. We realize life is not just a dress rehearsal and if you realize it, you don't need a bumper sticker to remind you.
Aimee BenderYOU'RE IN MY MOUTH, I said. GET OUT OF MY MOUTH.
Aimee BenderTags: parents change relationships brother
It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we'd read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
Aimee BenderTags: relationships fathers-and-daughters
As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
Aimee BenderListen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows. As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
Aimee BenderTags: house metaphor desire heat
Don’t smile,” he said.
Aimee BenderTags: smile
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