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[agirlnamedbone]

Bridget Lowe in NOO Journal

[april-is]

April 17, 2020: The Understudy, Bridget Lowe

The Understudy Bridget Lowe High spring. The sounds at their utmost registers. I am building a language with my bike. Shame makes the wheels go, shame pumps its sick jet fuel. I am flying over tiny hills with moats of purple flowers. My fantasy is evidence. My fantasy is a white skull gleaming through a bed of mulch. I let go of the handlebars and beat my chest with shame’s gorilla fist until the trees get in my way. Nancy Drew before me, Nancy Drew behind me, Nancy Drew on all sides of me, Lord hear my prayer. = On this day in: 2019: Against Dying, Kaveh Akbar  2018: Close Out Sale, Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz  2017: Things That Have Changed Since You Died, Laura Kasischke  2016: Percy, Waiting for Ricky, Mary Oliver 2015: My Heart, Kim Addonizio 2014: My Skeleton, Jane Hirshfield 2013: Catch a Body, Oliver Bendorf 2012: No, Mark Doty 2011: from Narrative: Ali, Elizabeth Alexander 2010: Baseball Canto, Lawrence Ferlinghetti 2009: Nothing but winter in my cup, Alice George 2008: Poppies in October, Sylvia Plath 2007: I Imagine The Gods, Jack Gilbert 2006: An Offer Received In This Morning’s Mail, Amy Gerstler 2005: The Last Poem In The World, Hayden Carruth

[setonfirerp]

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[valyoushouldtravel]

Whatever You Thought Your Body to Be

Whatever you thought your body to be, vessel for hubris, trapdoor to the soul, sight for sore eyes or heavenly vision, rack of flesh with nothing to offer at all. A temple of the holy ghost, a ghost, black hole for dogs to bury their bones. The dog in heat who offers herself, the offering itself or the heat alone. Place for men to lay their heads and die, plank of wood that leads to the sea. Whatever you thought your body to be, see it out walking, forgetting your name and the presents you gave it for all its birthdays and the ways that you loved it and didn’t.

- Bridget Lowe

[bibliomancyoracle]

Here, I am blowing this little stream

of blue vapor into your parted lips.

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from “Revival” by BRIDGET LOWE

[daughteroftyche]

Here, I am blowing this little stream of blue vapor into your parted lips. Here, I am placing my hands on your chest in an X while my red nails distract the crowd of impostor lifeguards closing in. Here is the place to raise the tent, I can feel it in my bones. The snake has perfected his skin, he is ready to be lifted and passed. How did I do it? The process was messy, I’d rather not share it, but look, look at us now. Lemon drops and cherry bombs. It’s the eye of the tiger, went the song I used to sing in the basement alone.

Bridget Lowe, “Revival”

[lucybiederman]

Help me to be eager for the white-hot whip

of heaven, for the thunderbolt, for the reins

you hold in earnest do not hurt me.

Bridget Lowe, from "Prayer"

[allyourprettywords]

"The Forgotten Actress as Isadora Duncan in Russia," Bridget Lowe

The Russians loved you. And for that you loved them back. It was maternal in a way, on both sides. A country needing love, a woman with a hole as big as a country in her chest. They asked you to dance and how you obliged them! Each rib bowed in graciousness, each fingertip stretched toward the ceiling of paper stars cut by children to light your way across the stage. When you finished, your black head of hair falling all forward, falling out, your body long and starved, they stood and wept in honor of you. They decorated you with scarves.