For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter — Maggie Nelson
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For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.

— Maggie Nelson
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