Best 4 quotes of Joanna C. Valente on MyQuotes

… A librarian hands me a book of poetry – says it'll be my way of staying alone. Most words mean nothing when there's no right font for my feelings.

In Sunday school, love was taught like blueberries baking in crust: let simmer & don't eat it all at once. I always ate too much until my plate emptied. I don't want to go, but I am alone in this feeling. Left to carry it gracefully until I'm alive in someone else's memory.

It wasn't that I didn't love you– I needed protecting from my sisters & brothers / the ones whose anger I take because each pain means I was alive. My first memory comes not from your love but theirs.

… When I'm ready, my uterus will lunar eclipse. You could have been my baby. I was almost your mother. In the gap, I left you to fall– jarred starlight, steaming.