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Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.

Richard Siken

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Richard Siken
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: February 15
Poet
New York City
New York
Sure
Glass
Future
Boat
Comes
Glasses
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Later
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Dreams
Writing
Walk
Swallow
Things
Writer
Sink
Love
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I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.
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The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.
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