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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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NYC Moon
A poem, an exercise in omitting letters.
by Thomas Penny
https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpxb7LgALnD/
asari no drowing (japanese painting)
i cry on the toilet i want her back but not her // more like an ideal her open with her loving this is going nowhere i wash my face there is no point in feeding this ache with more thrashes
— Jill Khoury, from “Washing my face before bed, mother’s day 2018,” published in Inverted Syntax
!!!!!!!!justmaybe!!!!!!!!!!
My body is just a vehicle
to move me so I leave it
here, on the dirt floor.
— Elizabeth Schmuhl, from “#39,” Premonitions
“I am afraid of being seen. / I am afraid of being named.”
— Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, from “EVERY DAY WAS ORDINARY,” published in Granta
you are the dancing queen
young and sweet
this bitch empty yeet
who am i lets go tot he ᴮᴱᴬᶜᴴ ᴮᴱᴬᶜᴴ
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My latest hobby is screaming. I scream into things. It was just pillows at first, now it is anything I think can hold my trauma.
I have haunted the whole house.
— Rachel Wiley, from “Notes on Depression,” Nothing Is Okay
find god in the line of your jaw and break it
— Kanika Lawton, from “Girl as Burning,” Wildfire Heart
And everything enchanting feels As if you are falling through the sky Like a wounded god
Sandra Simonds, from “A Poem for Leftists,” published in Berfrois (via lifeinpoetry)
I wanted to be loved more than I wanted to be alive. For so long
I thought not to be loved is good but to be loved is to be good.
All those years, convinced — surely I must be bad, the way you keep punishing me.
— Leila Chatti, from “Faulty,” published in Prairie Schooner