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[havingapoemwithyou]

Jessica gives me a chill pill ​by Angie Sijun Lou

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jessica gives me a chill pill - angie sijun lou

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[typewriter-worries]

Jessica gives me a chill pill, Angie Sijun Lou

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Age of Delilah - Ethel Cain / Jessica gives me a chill pill - Angie Sijun Lou x

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x

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[chimpmoshpit]

"The red string of fate that binds soulmates together is nothing but a feeding tube."

Hannibal (2013 - 2015) // Why Can't I Be You? -- The Cure // Jessica gives me a chill pill, Angie Sijun Lou // Hunger, Kateryna Bortsova // You Always Eat the One You Love -- Scary Bitches // art by @blluish // Bloodsport, Yves Olade // xii. a conversation with william s. burroughs, Dante Émile // Hannibal (2013-2015)

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[romanticise-a-quiet-life]

‘I’m coming out as someone who loves things unevenly, my theologies strewn out in the dark’

Jessica gives me a chill pill, Angie Sijun Lou

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[mitskey]

I'm coming out/ as someone who loves/ things unevenly, my theologies/ strewn out in the dark,

—Angie Sijun Lou, Jessica gives me a chill pill

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[havingapoemwithyou]

Lots of Space, Nothing Holy by Angie Sijun Lou

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[mothbiter]

Jessica says / that's the sanctity of ritual— / a ceaselessness in how / I look at every drop / of rain before it touches / ground, the way Jessica / mouths my name in her / sleep eating each syllable like / a minor god.

— Angie Sijun Lou, "Jessica gives me a chill pill" for Muzzle magazine

Read the full poem here

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[redcannibal]

i. boy meets world, s5 ep8; chasing angela / ii. angie sijin lou, jessica gives me a chill pill.

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Jessica gives me a chill pill, Angie Sijun Lou [transcript in ALT]

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[cintu]

Hoy se celebran ls Dhanteras, son visperas del gran día Indú que es el Diwali y que este año es el dia 24. Como mi amigo querido te mando mis mejores deseos, que Lacksmi te conceda fortuna

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muzzlemagazine.com

#the way this blew my mind when I was like 15 #poetry #angie sijun lou

[bthayerr]

"Drown"

Once, when I was very young, I asked Baba what he did when there was no school during the revolution. Baba laughed and said he mostly just fucked around. He had just failed his entrance exam to university and every sober night he was buried in the same dream. In this dream he comes to class late, his breath reeking of whiskey, and opens the door to an empty room. In this dream he runs down a long hallway, and the sky is a horizon of smoke.

Instead of telling Nainai about his test score, Baba put his textbooks in his backpack each morning and went to the abandoned lot to race cockroaches and eat watermelons soaked in beer. He sliced them into fat cubes and let the juice drip down his double chin. When he came home at dusk he said, xingku le, school was so hard today. There were still watermelon seeds stuck in his teeth when the men took him away to the camps. They put a bag over his head and laid him down in the bed of a truck all night, weaving between dunes, the morning dripping light like a sieve.

At the camps the air was dry and chapped his lips. They shaved his hair off so when he looked in the mirror he saw a shiny egg staring back at him. So shiny he could almost see himself in it. When the dry season came he put his bald head on the earth and prayed for monsoons. They took away his keychain of Guanyin and wiped down his knees, scabbed over with prayer, and handed him a shovel instead. Dig, they said, so Baba moved piles of sand around, in a tropical daze, until it felt like he had dug up the desert and put it back.

I thought of the suburbs in Cincinnati where we had our first house, how Baba dug up the sand in the backyard to put in a swimming pool. The sun flared over our no- bedroom apartment while Baba filled the pool with cold water, laughing as it overflowed when he sunk his beer belly into it. He watched television by squinting at it through the open window. The television spoke to him about money and girls while he smoked cigarette after cigarette, each one lit with the end of another, ashing into his bright blue oblivion.

When I was very young, I asked Baba what drowning felt like, and he said not everything feels like something else.

 ❦❦❦   — Angie Sijun Lou

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