#yeah-ditto-obvs

[meghand]

oh god........ thinking about changing my url???? i’ve had yeah-ditto-obvs since orphan black was my big thing and the reference was still immediately relevant.................. 

but i could be........... stupidadora...........

it’s a game of sentimentality vs. what i actually post.....

SHOULD I????????

[bettervillains]

@yeah-ditto-obvs sorry for the wait it was a long weekend so I took a break from the writing things

previous poem-a-thon poem: yeah-ditto-obvs’s sink no longer

i will miss her, but

between your fingertips you held such a thing as love — sometimes, I forget what I’d say, given half the chance, forego the dance of tongues turned argument for this, a great silence, as wide and wild as the country between us — they asked me, over and over and over, how I felt (you never did) and I was young, and foolish — “i will miss her, but i’m proud,” i said, each time — I wasn’t proud, not yet, not until long after you’d let me fall apart, not until long after I’d begun to pull myself together — thread the needle, a flick of the lips over stubborn stitch after stitch after stitch, and I am proud, now, proud enough to look at you now, and not choke — I used to be afraid of death by wildfire — but it’s not the fire that kills you; it’s the smoke.

[bettervillains]

@yeah-ditto-obvs I have food poisoning but you’re worth it

previous poem-a-thon poem: yeah-ditto-obvs’s heaven, sweeter

not yet

I am not fool enough, not yet — with liquor and a wink and a nod, I find myself in the mind to fake it, but no, I’m not, not yet — not fool enough to set and sell myself above whatever brand of hell I have in mind to fear — here, amongst the palms and split streets I find my throat, strong, longer, and shoulders,  yes, broad, and chest, yes, strong, and stomach, yes, strong, and eyes I thought too dark and small to ever be seen, are seen — I am not fool enough to take my hands and make my stand, to shoot against all odds, (shatter ceilings, tempt fate, summon gods) but baring all and staring cold through  this, the mirror over my bathroom  sink, I sink no longer, thinking “strong, now, stronger” — I am not fool enough, not yet, but yet will come, and raise the sun.

[sapphicscience-archive]

@yeah-ditto-obvs replied to your post:crowdsourcing this decision…..what should I buy on...

MOUNT GAY RUM. is what i get because i like rum and it is called mount gay

this is the best response i’ve gotten

[bettervillains]

@yeah-ditto-obvs listen st. impatient i had a rough day tbh but i’m here now

previous poem-a-thon poem: yeah-ditto-obvs’s too young in this

the glass jar

sweetness is false — but then, so, I suppose, am I: priding myself (to anyone who will listen) on endless deceit, receipts in the matter as long as my arm, professional liar in a world where such a profession is held to be pure — horror, then, for me is the glass jar — held aloft in something see-through, something fragile, sharp, clear as the day is long, as the night is short, as my eyes are dark, as my bones are aching, and I lie, and lie, and lie, and it feels better, yes, than heaven, sweeter, oh, than the victory bell, stronger, even, than the pull of hell — my dear, I am dying of thirst — my heart is a glass jar — I bless my chest for its opacity, thank the woven knit of vein and swarthy skin — will I, too, be taken down, set on the counter, filled, thrilled, distilled? my confidence in the  matter is shaken, not stirred, and chilled.

[bettervillains]

@yeah-ditto-obvs bring it on my friend i’m ready for it

ante up challenge: starting lines are composed from one of the last three lines of the previous poem

previous poem-a-thon poem: yeah-ditto-obvs’s ghost stories

ambrosia

hazy & incandescent — still, you hover above me, lover of tides, sower of dragon's teeth — beneath the burlap of my skin, the corrugated steel of my bones, I, alone, remember — your breath the smoke in my lungs, too sweet to choke, too young in this to be amiss — the gods promised the ichor of living to those who loved — I loved, I loved, I loved — it wasn't enough.

[sapphicscience-archive]

story for sleepover thing : last year i had a crush on this girl bc she was so pretty n cool n stuff n she invited me to a party so i was like !!!! so i went n we were both drunk n i remember that we talked then memory fails me other than we made out in the middle of the dining room n then she left n i tried to like follow her to her room but lost her so i went home n a couple weeks later sent her a message that was like "drunk me wants to tell you i have a crush on you" so in sum yikes @ me

ok but what happened AFTER, meghan

[bettervillains]

write abt me

for yeah-ditto-obvs: old oats

golden springs to mind, oh,now, almost an instinct -- sow,something in me cries, sow againthe old oats, oh, the songs of sordidsummer nights -- still awake, far too lateand singing still, for more than meaning, oh,begging for beginning, oh, groveling for greeting,sow, sinking in to slinking sins of some sweet sunrise -- yes, sow, oh, i sing to you, oh muse, for once upon a rhyme you were, beneath the shining sun, andon the rise of silver moons, wax and wane --I, again, am drenched in summer sweat, somehow surviving every driving bone that burrows deep (and dares to break what will not keep) oh let me break! ifgods above and hounds below; hell, ifthose hounds can howl, can drown andyet be heard, oh let me break! but beauty,beauty, golden beauty, ever sings -- sow, oh,sow, the old song rings, in valleys tried and true,and truly, in these open plains,i sing your beauty,not my pains.

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