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my mother, the purist, says people in love don’t need props



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Tue Apr 17, 2018 4:26 am
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excuse me
Spoiler! :
is a threat
of slamming chests
or brushing shoulders

getting close to someone
you'll never know
went for a jog
  





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Tue Apr 17, 2018 9:03 pm
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Shoehorn
Spoiler! :
everything is a love poem
if you twist your arms behind your back,
cut your hair,
scrape the skin off your heels with a nail file.

everything is a love poem
if you are dizzy, drunk
slamming into walls,
falling asleep under hot rain in the shower.
went for a jog
  





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Fri Apr 20, 2018 1:44 am
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What we talk about when we talk about Sufjan Stevens
Spoiler! :
lemon yogurt: white like new shoes before
spring, with little clumps of yellow sun.

lemon yogurt: you eat with a spoon meant
for tea, when your fingers shake, the
white slips from you mouth, I kiss
the coming spring from your lips.


a few things

Spoiler! :
a few things floating
between my toes:
all the places I've been, like

doctor peeling open stomach of caveman,
blackberries in her hands
indicate death at the bottom of some mountain.
went for a jog
  








Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.
— Brené Brown