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typewriter-worries · 8 months
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The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On, Franny Choi
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dearduende · 3 months
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showing up late to lunch with my grandparents
I’m sorry I’m so late
it’s good to see you
how are you?
yes I’ve been busy
and yes I look tired
no I haven’t had breakfast yet
thank you for saving me a plate.
I’m late because of my dog—
how do you say “separation anxiety”
and “crate training” in Cantonese?
I’m tired because last night I celebrated
a friend’s birthday and we went dancing until 2
but I don’t mention this or the tequila shots
or how I held my drunk girlfriends as they cried
about moving and about distance and the challenge
of sustaining meaningful adult friendships,
how do you say “slightly hungover”
and how do I explain how my body
can’t handle this the way it did before,
I guess what they say about turning thirty is true.
work is…. busy
and what is it I do again?
(proceed the game of telephone translation,
at least my parents understand what I do)
and I see their faces beam as they say:
ohhh so you’re helping people!
thank you for the roasted quail,
yes it’s very juicy here, and the eel
that grandpa has been eager to try
and the crab and ribs and pea shoots,
I don’t even bother mentioning the vegan
I recently dated, how even if it had turned into anything
there would be very little for him at this table.
thank you for trying to pour me tea
from across the expanse of table and lazy susan
but set it down, thank you, let me.
and do I ask grandma how she’s feeling,
mention her recent health test results,
scan my parents’ faces for some clue
as to how and what we talk about
when I can barely muster
the words in either language.
so we talk about the rainstorms and the traffic
and I listen to their favorite game of name that price:
well the crab is by the pound and so fresh,
it must be at least $40—wow what a great deal!
and I don’t know how to get any closer
or where I would even start but just showing up
is better late than never, for lunch or for life,
and I give them big hugs as we say goodbye:
thank you for everything,
I’m sorry for everything,
thank you and see you soon.
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hoyatype · 1 year
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god i love journaling/keeping a diary. yes, some of it will turn into "real writing" (spoiler alert: it's all real), but i looove writing things that really aren't meant to be published or shared in any capacity. i'm just gossiping about me to myself for moi
chen chen on twitter, 2022
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poetryorchard · 8 months
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grandeurprose · 2 years
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Mångata, Euphrosyne
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hallohartje · 2 years
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To Hold
So we're dust. In the meanime, my wife and I make the bed. Holding opposite edges of the sheet, we raise it, billowing, then pull it tight, measuring by eye as it falls into alignment between us. We tug, fold, tuck. And if I'm lucky, she'll remember a recent dream and tell me.
One day, we'll lie down and not wake up. One day, all we guard will be surrendered.
Until then, we'll go on learning to recognize what we love, and what it takes to tend what isn't for our having. So often, fear has led me to abandon what I know I must relinquish in time. But for the moment, I'll listen to her dream, and she to mine, our mutual hearing calling more and more detail into the light of a joint and fragile keeping.
- Li-Young Lee, from Behind My Eyes
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13idyllic · 2 years
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we are wired to seek human connection but are always truly alone
o nature what is this hypocrisy of yours?
words are like knives and bullets that keep hurting us more
even the good ones are twisted by the insecurity of own
loved ones hurt more than strangers but we're supposed to love them and forgive them for all
i don't think i can do that anymore is there a option to change them and try once more?
each day this life feels like more of curse than a boon
i don't think hell fire will hurt more than these wounds
i know human life aint' supposed to be completly happy but i don't think i even smile anymore
is this my hell or just the place to prepare us for it for i dont think anything could hurt more
scars for lifetime that the naked eye can't see
i tried to heal them but i am tired now and want to end this once and for all
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spoke9 · 2 years
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Kobayashi Issa | under the evening moon
#haiku #poetry #Kobayashi Issa #asianheritagemonth
Under the evening moon the snail is stripped to the waist. His Work POETRY FOUNDATIONHaiku Guy
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outragedtortilla · 2 years
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Keep writing, because yet other poets write Hawker-style street food stalls, serving something as simple and familiar as soy sauce chicken.
https://medium.com/the-brain-is-a-noodle/to-those-who-think-their-poetry-is-not-good-enough-53660e44fe59 / #quotes
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champaign-problems · 2 years
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eggwhiteswithspinach · 6 months
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I am neither model nor minority. / model I’m abandoning the backwards expectation that I must be twice as good to be taken half as seriously, reclaiming imperfection, because I am just as worthy of love without having to satisfy your every criterion. / minority Statistically, I too am not a minority, representing a large population ignored because of how your social circles are constructed. Remember that.
#quotes
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grouchydairy · 9 months
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Keep writing, because yet other poets write Hawker-style street food stalls, serving something as simple and familiar as soy sauce chicken.
#quotes
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slipwords · 2 years
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stars
the sky is full of stars
only when sleep lulls the world
so that the mortals gazing from below
don't claim it for themselves
for even the sky fears human nature
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joshuahowls · 2 years
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Body, doorway that you are, be more than what I’ll pass through.
Ocean Vuong, “Not Even”
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poetryorchard · 1 year
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grandeurprose · 1 year
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Healing, Euphrosyne
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