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I Am Somebody by Glenn Ligon, 1991
from the last motel before a decade's long purgatory by silas denver melvin (@sweatermuppet)
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[Text ID: you've been telling me you're leaving for so long, i don't believe it anymore. just push you into bed & throw down the anchors. light your cigarette like a ritual torch: where there is warmth, you won't wander. i put my mouth over you: i love you like skinning an animal: (in italics) flesh to bone. flesh to bone. /End ID]
you have seen, many times, the phrase love your body! and every time, like rainwater, it glides off you. not because you cannot love it - you mostly, like, tolerate it - but because of the word "your".
is this your body? when you were 11 you had to start shaving your legs because other girls found it gross you were hairy. when you were 12, you had to stop wearing v-necks because of your chest - people were staring. your mother didn't let you dye your hair. your first boyfriend makes you dress up in skimpy clothes for him, then hates when other people covet you. what you wear and how you present determine whether or not people find you funny or annoying or arrogant. other people get to determine if you are pretty, a court of opinion so loud it blots any good intent.
when is the body yours? magazines and instagram and tiktok endlessly advising you to "take care of" (starve) your body as if it is a weed. you must hack and slash at it, defend yourself from its wanton desires. it is a shameful, greedy thing. it is more like an art piece. you are keeping it or being kept-in-it.
you try to language it to your therapist - it's not that you don't recognize yourself in the mirror, it's more just that the thing that is in the mirror - it isn't you. that's why it's so easy to take apart: you're vaguely aware of the shape, but it feels like you are an animal hiding in the back of this cavern, snarling.
obviously you're like stuck in it. it often hurts a lot, buzzes with pain and a strange numbness. so it is your body when it's painful. that makes sense. otherwise - how many times have you been told to save yourself (your body) for marriage. for someone else. you are just borrowing it.
love your body! is so funny. somehow, without meaning to, the phrase reminds you - it isn't you. you're just inside it.
Quotes by Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
by Jessica Lowery
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-despite everything, there is still love
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Growing up is actually all about realizing people don’t inherently dislike you and it’s a bit odd to assume they do
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i am trying my absolute best not to text you but it's so hard when you felt like a blanket after years of cold
L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”
"if i was orpheus i wouldn't have looked back" so you wouldn't have loved her? you wouldn't have cared about her more than anything in the world, so much that you would do anything to make sure she's okay?
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