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sorry for expressing emotions incorrectly. having feelings was considered "acting out" when i was a kid
The Sadness of Clothes
by Emily Fragos
When someone dies, the clothes are so sad. They have outlived their usefulness and cannot get warm and full. You talk to the clothes and explain that he is not coming back
as when he showed up immaculately dressed in slacks and plaid jacket and had that beautiful smile on and you’d talk. You’d go to get something and come back and he’d be gone.
You explain death to the clothes like that dream. You tell them how much you miss the spouse and how much you miss the pet with its little winter sweater.
You tell the worn raincoat that if you talk about it, you will finally let grief out. The ancients etched the words for battle and victory onto their shields and then they went out
and fought to the last breath. Words have that kind of power you remind the clothes that remain in the drawer, arms stubbornly folded across the chest, or slung across the backs of chairs,
or hanging inside the dark closet. Do with us what you will, they faintly sigh, as you close the door on them. He is gone and no one can tell us where.
probably needed a hug. went completely nonverbal and dissociated instead
The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
Getting Lost, Annie Ernaux (tr. Alison L. Strayer)
The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
L O U N G I N G.
Wale Ayinla, from “Portrait of a Boy with Grief”
Sally Wen Mao, from “Opera Sextronique”, Oculus
The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
"Crime and Punishment", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
Audre Lorde, from The Black Unicorn: Poems; “Hanging fire”
[Text ID: “There is nothing I want to do / and too much / that has to be done”]
Reply to the Question: "How can You Become a Poet?", Eve Merriam
I’ve been writing about us lately
Cecil Castellucci, First Day on Earth
- Willie Kinard III, Bird in the Rain.