Natalie Díaz, from “American Arithmetic”, Postcolonial Love Poem
[ Text ID: I am doing my best to not become a museum / of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. ]
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, from letters to Natalie Paley
[text ID: Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence.]