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I’ve begged you to pick me or put me first for years
I’m so used to it now
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Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems of Margaret Atwood; "Thoughts from Underground,"
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Catherine Owen ~ The house becomes
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The rain is a broken piano,
playing the same note over and over.
My five-year-old said that.
Already she knows loving the world
means loving the wobbles
you can't shim, the creaks you can't
oil silent—the jerry-rigged parts,
MacGyvered with twine and chewing gum.
Let me love the cold rain's plinking.
Let me love the world the way I love
my young son, not only when
he cups my face in his sticky hands,
but when, roughhousing,
he accidentally splits my lip.
Let me love the world like a mother.
Let me be tender when it lets me down.
Let me listen to the rain's one note
and hear a beginner's song.
Maggie Smith ~ Rain, New Year’s Eve
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Barely has the body, long used to luxury,
gone cold than it becomes itself a tasty dish.
Food for worms. Let this serve as fair warning,
a reminder to men, who want wisdom.
Maurice Riordan
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“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people, ‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.’”
— Courtney C. Stevens
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They were just living you see.
Not leaving behind.
Catherine Owen
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Catherine Owen
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happy "everyone forgets that icarus also flew" monday. i want to throw up !
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Joy Sullivan
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Lipogram by Stephanie Choi
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bought this gem secondhand and can’t get over how stunning it is 🪐 reblog is okay, don’t repost/use
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Everything, Everywhere, All at Once
for the movie
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Stephanie Choi
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I carried my fear of the world
to my children, but they refused it.
I carried my fear of the world
on my chest, where I once carried
my children, where some nights it slept
as newborns sleep, where it purred
but mostly growled, where it licked
sweat from my clavicles.
I carried my fear of the world
and apprenticed myself to the fear.
I carried my fear of the world
and it became my teacher.
I carried it, and it repaid me
by teaching me how to carry it.
I carried my fear of the world
the way an animal carries a kill in its jaws
but in reverse: I was the kill, the gift.
Whose feet would I be left at?
I carried my fear of the world
as if it could protect me from the world.
I carried my fear of the world
and for my children modeled marveling
at its beauty but keeping my hands still—
keeping my eyes on its mouth, its teeth.
I carried my fear of the world.
I stroked it or I did not dare to stroke it.
I carried my fear of the world
and it became my teacher.
It taught me how to keep quiet and still
I carried my fear of the world
and my love for the world.
I carried my terrible awe.
I carried my fear of the world
without knowing how to set it down.
I carried my fear of the world
and let it nuzzle close to me,
and when it nipped, when it bit
down hard to taste me, part of me
shined: I had been right.
I carried my fear of the world
and it taught me I had been right.
I carried it and loved it
for making me right.
I carried my fear of the world
and it taught me how to carry it.
I carried my fear of the world
to my children and laid it down
at their feet, a kill, a gift.
Or I was laid at their feet.
What I Carried by Maggie Smith (Good Bones)
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YOUR HOMEWORLD IS GONE
Leslie J. Anderson
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Facing Wine by Li Po
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