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dailyquotes4719 · 8 days ago
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You're so polite with your sadness. You don't want to ruin this for anyone.
Silas Melvin, Twenty
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lifeinpoetry · 2 months ago
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the body as the precipice / the body as the body
— Silas Melvin, from “Punished Body,” Grit
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thethirdbear · 3 months ago
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no one in town speaks your feral / tongue.
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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the body as the punishment & therefore the punished, in a desperate animal riot ending in kitchen knives & throbbing remorse
— Silas Melvin, from “Punished Body,” Grit
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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the boy a boy (but in halves / & in sometimes & in private / & painfully in public)
— Silas Melvin, from “The Boy,” Grit
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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you / wish you had the nerve to kiss / strangers or believe           in love.
— Silas Melvin, from “Neurosis,” Grit
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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19 & i have only now told my therapist my suicide plans from high school, how i mapped it out like like a skinned knee & knew for certain it would never heal over shut & for my birthday this year: antidepressants & the dread of “i was not meant to live this long” & no one in the house says my name unless forced, as if a robbery, as if inviting ghosts.
— Silas Melvin, from “Nineteen,” Grit
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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& you say girl the same way sailors name their boats because who can afford a gender these days? & you take your medication with the syrup from a can of oranges & your body is still your body & really, there is no metaphor for that & you wash your hair in the sink for the first time in many days & you are thankful for even that kind of warmth
— Silas Melvin, from “A Valentine’s Day Spent Home, Alone,” Grit
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone.
— Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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no one in town speaks your feral / tongue.
— Silas Melvin, from “Neurosis,” Grit
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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19 & always crying in front of professionals, asking to be healed but never taking the advice, showing them skinned knees & being given a sad, pinched look in return. 19 & sitting still in the sun light, skin broken, medicated, & unsure.
— Silas Melvin, from “Nineteen,” Grit
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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you are reading richard siken, which is to say you are homosexual & panicked by your existence.
— Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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i dangerous myself. unendanger myself. wax this bear trap so no one dare step into the cave.
— Silas Melvin, from “Shiny Chrome,” Grit
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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you wake up the same dysphoric body you always are & kiss your wrists sweetly because no one else is here to do it & you ask god for her blessing, please, one day, here, to be loved & loving & unbodied & she is quiet like she always is
— Silas Melvin, from “A Valentine’s Day Spent Home, Alone,” Grit
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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the boy a scraped knee & asking ‘why’ in that way children do & the boy unanswered & the boy limping & the boy blaming god & without god & without direction & without answer
— Silas Melvin, from “The Boy,” Grit
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lifeinpoetry · 3 months ago
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your crumpled body. your anxiety vomited out like confetti. your eyes weeping like split oranges. you are going to be 20 & you are going to be a wailing asteroid for the rest of your life. 2 years ago you were supposed to be dead. you have outgrown your gender & your jeans. you tell your mother im sorry, i love my sadness so immensely, i don’t know who i am without it & what you mean is i have not come home without expecting someone else to be in my spot at the dinner table in so long, im not sure i was ever born to belong in the first place.
— Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit
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