“I have varying degrees of confidence and self-loathing. You can have a perfectly horrible day where you doubt your talent … or [think] they’re going to find out that you don’t know what you’re doing. You think, ‘Why would anyone want to see me again in a movie?’ And I don’t know how to act anyway, so why am I doing this?“
I have seen her amidst
the primal things,
offering the heartbeat of her throat
to the stars.
They whisper in her ear and
she steals their secrets.
She scrapes into them,
greedy, starved, and
paints my face with their dust.
She is salt and sun and
the swelling of my lips,
and we only know
how to be hungry.
We only know
how to burn in the light.
I know the cost of loving
a wild creature.
I know how to live
through the earthquake
of her body.
She loves in a feral way,
her mouth always tasting celestial.