A biography for Virginia Petruccihasn’t been written yet.
“You look within and upon and around me, savoring every inch. You pull my ear for no reason, and I can tell you really don’t want to cry. As a tear falls between by breasts, I look away and pretend the grass is a jungle, and the ants, little kings of forgotten tribes.”
“Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms and follow the discordant hum of your personal entropy.”
“It's my choice to be beautiful. It's my choice to be ugly. And it's my choice to decided what those words actually mean.”
“My mind: a thousand hungry daughters,my harlot heritage.Marbles: lost, no rescue search.Your heart: blooming thorns,and a stolen grocery cart.”
“What bothers me most about my teeth is that they don’t travel loin south, don’t sprout from the Mother Mouth. Vagina dentata, come closah, say high.”
“I like my thingshurried and haunted. Night teadarktime. Sacred geometry, secret geometrypetal-flame whisper: I am here, and you aren't.”
“You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.”
“Here's to adrenaline. Here's to dramatic abandon of protocol. Here's to treasured pain and purple rain. Here's to chasing our souls, burning across to sky. Here's to drinking the ash as it falls, and not asking why.”
“You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.”
“Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state.”