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Jem / 30-something / Messy-hearted

[feral-ballad]

Donika Kelly, from The Renunciations: Poems; “Oracle”

[luthienne]

We open each meeting by asking a simple question: What is keeping you alive today? This allows us to revel in the sometimes small motions that get us to the Next Thing. Yes, I did not want to get out of bed this morning, but there was one single long shard of sunlight that stumbled in through a tear in my curtains, and the warmth of it hitting my arm got me to that first hour of living. There was my dog, who, on the mornings I do not want to get out of bed, will rest silently at my feet and wait for me to slowly emerge from under the covers, and seeing her reminds me that I do, in fact, have only one lifetime in which I can love this animal. As far as I know, we will love each other only here, for a while, and that is worth seeing what I can make out of a few hours, even when I’m wrecked with despair.

Hanif Abdurraqib, In Defense of Despair

[weltenwellen]

Ilya Kaminsky, from “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck”, Deaf Republic

[weltenwellen]

Ilya Kaminsky, from "While the Child Sleeps, Sonya Undresses", Deaf Republic

[morepeachyogurt]

Cain by José Saramago translation by Margaret Jull Costa

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Howl”

[boykeats]

[ID: poem text reading,

"I am finally a woman willing to feed herself—light, bread, joy. Sometimes, you don't know that you're starving until you've had a proper meal. That's when your heart really begins to howl—when it learns what it's been missing."

/end ID.]

[weltenwellen]

Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Staying Quiet"

[feral-ballad]

Caitlyn Siehl, from What We Buried; “In the kitchen”

[alonesomes]

Oh, to be ravaged by loneliness. By its soft, malleable teeth. A slow death. A slow ravaging. More like being pulled apart than eaten. You used to beg God for this at night, used to beg him to make you small enough to get picked up in something’s mouth and then swallowed. You used to bend your shadow into something worth slicing through, into something that deserved to be pried open. What you didn’t know was that nothing that wanted you had claws.

Caitlyn Siehl, “Nothing That Wanted You” (via alonesomes)

[runawaywhorses]

Ayo Edebiri photographed by Angelo Pennetta for Vogue Magazine

[suncollapsing-deactivated202503]

[araekni]

[ID. A poem titled 'I have to tell you', by Dorothea Grossman. It reads:

I have to tell you, there are times when the sun strikes me like a gong, and I remember everything, even your ears.

End ID.]

[feral-ballad]

Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

[toocooltobeforgotten]

that james baldwin quote where he says, “it took many years of vomiting up all the filth i’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before i was able to walk on the earth as though i had a right to be here.”

[feral-ballad]

Julia de Burgos, tr. by Jack Agüeros, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Moments"

[Text ID: “Me, inside myself, / always waiting for something / that my mind can’t define.”]

[beguines]

Carrie Fountain, from "Late Spring in the Mesilla Valley", Burn Lake

[aumonique]

[dark-romantics]

Yes, there is a place…where someone loves you both before…and after they learn what you are.

~ Neil Hilborn, "Lake", The Future