VIC

(THIS IS HOW THE WORLD ENDS)

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Brand new city // Mitski

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i am a bright and colourful piñata and god is a 13 year old birthday boy whose parents have just announced their divorce.

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“I used to be a heretic from the world— / Then romance washed over me. I think I might believe.”

— Jane Yeh, from “This Morning,” The Ninjas

[lifeinpoetry]

“What I don’t want to say: I am here because I was afraid of making too much noise one night in the tub; my fear of burdening others is greater than my desire to die.”

— Catherine Pikula, from I’m Fine. How Are You?

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I will paint my nails black & I will not be a funeral. I will paint my nails black & I will not be a funeral. I will paint my nails black & I will not be a funeral. I will paint my nails

— Adrienne Novy, from “Am Writing down Mantras to Remind Myself That I Need to Stay Alive,” Crowd Surfing With God

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I loved him       (I think).                    Shameless. Laid before him,                    stupid lamb                    in a                              slaughterhouse.

— Karese Burrows, from “Persephone Writes a Poem,” This Is How We Lost Each Other

[lifeinpoetry]

But tonight, we sing happy birthday and blow out

the candles together. The smoke trembles, as if we all exhaled the same, flammable wish.

— Craig Santos Perez, from “Rings of Fire, 2016,” published in Grist

[lifeinpoetry]

i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.

— José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,” Citizen Illegal

[lifeinpoetry]

I pronounce my heart                                                            an open wound that disobeys

— S. K. Grout, from “Corvus,” to be female is to be interrogated

[lifeinpoetry]

We never refer to sadness

as something that looks

like secrecy

but it does

— Chase Berggrun, from R E D, published in Poetry

[lifeinpoetry]

“Your body: was it ever yours alone?”

— Paisley Rekdal, from “Gokstadt/Ganymede,” published in Michigan Quarterly Review

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