Without you my air tastes like nothing. For you I hold my breath.

- Mary Szybist

If I could/bind myself to this moment, to the slow//snare of its scent/what would it matter if I became//just the flutter of page/in a text someone t…

- Mary Szybist

Days go by when I do nothing but underline the damp edge of myself.

- Mary Szybist

I do not believe in the beauty of falling.

- Mary Szybist

You can’t have two worlds in your hands and choose emptiness.

- Mary Szybist

There’s plenty that poetry cannot do. But the miracle, of course, is how much it can do, how much it does do.

- Mary Szybist