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i should be sleeping but my heart is awake

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Mon Mar 16, 2020 8:29 pm
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BluesClues says...

the menu for this year


the goal

four poems completed to my own satisfaction

the list

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Mon Mar 16, 2020 8:43 pm
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preparations and practice

to do

1. finish revising How I Learned to Love Toledo (2014)

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prompts from the poetry journal

potential titles
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Calamity Jane
my life in cars
my grandfather was a magician
the second theatre I fell in love with
Fake Queerâ„¢
Laws of Physics
Little Blessings
Ode to a Small Town
Why I Go On Long Drives
wildflowers grow in ditches
To Love Recklessly
to be human is to be beautiful in contradiction
missingness ("hiraeth," Welsh/"saudaude," Portugese)
How Can I Love When I'm Worn Out in the World
It always feel so good to deglaze the pan
we are loud and joyful people
just family things

potential lines
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Come away with me into the desert and

The wind in the trees sounds like the seas,
an ocean overhead,
solid sky beneath my feet

a forest so green
it's like I'd never seen a summer day

keep moving like a shark or I'll sink and die
an object in motion stays in motion

If she were a dog, she'd be the kind of dog
whose whole body wiggles when she wags her tail
and if she were a flower she'd grow toward the sun

our way to dispel evil is through love,
but sometimes
you just have to fashion a whip
and drive the moneychangers out of the Temple

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"We are hollow bones" (Black Elk)
"he's naked, which is what he's always doing" (my sister)
"Dianne Kay Drennan, 1958-2009: a pioneer for women in the airforce - 'love one another'" (a tombstone)
"when you're curling your toes,
clenching your feet, damaging yourself
to fit into shoes two sizes too small" (a tumblr post)
"mushily called 'real life'" (Leo Rosten)
"mazes we cannot unriddle" (Leo Rosten)
"inner, furious grace" (Leo Rosten)
"God, with whom he had very little in common" (Leo Rosten)
"may you look out the window when the light is just how you like it" (a tumblr post)
"if anyone is a curmudgeon please have a couple of drinks and yell THERE IS STILL BEAUTY IN THIS WORLD, KAREN" (@ erinscafe on Twitter)
"he died, he got up, so you need to get up - come on" (Pastor Mike from class)

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beautiful people are happy
we built sandcastles that washed away
rocks, trees, graffiti on a freeway overpass, the way we need to leave our mark on everything, the final mark carved into a headstone
the time Nadia bought my lunch for me
810 and 586 area codes; transcripts from SC4
looking into other cars when we see license plates from home when we're out of state
human connection: names carved into tree trunks, rocks, graffiti on the sides of freeway overpasses, handprints in concrete, we like to make our mark
bird list poem
smells I like list poem
marriage/funeral juxtaposition
list poem about Marine City with numbers of different businesses and ending perhaps with numbers about the immediate family
fireflies and first loves
a snow poem
dog-eared pages: the sign of a book well-loved
midwinter and the way the Christmas lights still up give me hope
determined but not dedicated
making yourself fit into the relationship, closing in on yourself, tamping yourself down
something akin to I miss the birds in winter but more hopeful/cheerful [although idk reading back over I miss the birds in winter that's pretty hopeful already]

potential revisions
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Girt in Nonsense
Impostor Syndrome
The Fruit You Gave Me
I want to fix up old houses
the in-between ages
SAH 289 [*sighs loudly*]
actually all the grandparent poems from last April that I hardcore angsted over

Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.
— Plato