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kendall / stella / georgia

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13 April 2020

You have 6 tattoos.

Full lips. Good, strong hands.

You have 7 freckles on your back,

they map out the big dipper.

You have a scar on your left arm

you carved in high school.

The first time you pulled off your t shirt

I traced the line with my fingers and fell in love

with your strength.

You are a hero

for living from that moment

to this one. You never need to apologize

for how you chose to survive

Your body is a map I know every inch of

and if anyone else

were to kiss me, all they would taste

is your name.

S

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5 february 2020

The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.

K

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4 february 2020

A healthy woman is much like a wolf: Robust, chock full, strong life force, life giving, territorially aware, inventive, loyal, roving.

K

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3 february 2020

Take off your shoes Make a cup of tea Turn off your phone Eat some fruit Put on some music Look out the window Look at the sky Look at the grass Look at the moon Look at the trees Forget all the noise Forget the bad news It’s okay to still enjoy good things Even when It feels like the whole world is falling apart

K

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2 february 2020

MOTHER MALEFICENT

Who told you that only the soft could be good mothers?

That mothers could not be dragons, in disguise?

That women who teach their daughters how to preserve themselves by breathing out lightening were any less than wild, magical things when teaching their young about war

and love’s terrible terrible lies?

K

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1 february 2020

The basic realisation that other people can’t possibly be your problem, that it is your thoughts about them that are the problem - this realisation is huge. This one insight, if you can live it, will shake your world from top to bottom.

K

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31 january 2020

You can be wild

and still

be very wise

K

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30 january 2020

saying no to things that make you feel like shit is a heroic act of self love.

K

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19 april 2019

I hope to arrive to my death

late, in love, and a little drunk.

S

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1 may 2019

If you’re not going to swim deep with me

then get out of my waters.

S

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30 april 2019

On a good day

I could hear a pin drop,

the distant humming

of a bumble bee,

a soapy bubble

popping in a bath.

But somehow,

I didn’t hear

the deafening roar

of my heart breaking.

Just the silence

when you were gone.

S

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28 april 2019

Small titties, big heart.

S

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22 april 2019

I wear my fathers dimples more than he does. Aside of ugly laughter & whorish plum lips: Yesterday, I put on overalls & became a beautiful boy. Yesterday, I spit on a Ouija board & all my deaths

came back to me: on my knees in a windless room. The craft glitter splayed across the claw foot tub.

I keep finding my body like moths toward the light. Peppermint tingling the uvula of my name. Gargle shine.

Gargoyles coming to life, un-stone. Tungsten. I opened my eyes skyward & a crop circle became my lungs.

My veins are thick with cherry juice & saliva. I want to be whatever makes you arch your back. I want

to be the green you hold between your fingers before biting into a strawberry, a microphone in an empty room

hissing from untraceable feedback. This is my magnum opus: If the sun does not come out, I will bathe in thunder instead.

S

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21 april 2019

Wise men say only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you

For I can't help falling in love with you.

S

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20 april 2019

To love

is to stand

in the biggest crowd

imaginable, and still

beyond all reason

look for the face

of a person

you know

isn’t there.

S

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19 april 2019

Unpacking in the raw new rooms, I clear, Or try to clear, a space for us, that we May cultivate an ease of moving here With no encumbrance near, In amplitude. But something hinders me:

Where do these go, these knick-knacks I forgot? —Gadgets we bought and kept, thinking perhaps They might be useful someday, and a lot Of others that were not: Bent keys, Italian grammars, Mickey Mouse caps.

And there are worse grotesques that, out of sight, Unpacked, unlabelled, somehow followed too: The urgencies we did not share, the spite Of such and such a night, Poses, mistakes—an unclean residue—

That drift, one after other, till I find They have filled the space I carefully prepared; The sagging shapes I thought we left behind Crawl out within in the mind Seeming to sneer ‘This is the past you shared.’

I take a broom to them; but when I thrust Round the diminished luggage, some roll back, Surviving from my outbreak of disgust As balls of hair and dust Made buoyant with a kind of fictive lack.

I need your help with these. They rest unseen In furniture we know, and plot a changing To grey confusion of the space between. Now, as I sweep it clean, I realize that love is an arranging.

S

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18 april 2019

I look down the tracks and see you coming—and out of every haze & mist your darling rumpled trousers are hurrying to me—Without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think—or live—I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night. It's like begging for mercy of a storm or killing Beauty or growing old, without you. I want to kiss you so—and in the back where your dear hair starts and your chest—I love you—and I can't tell you how much—To think that I'll die without your knowing—Goofo, you've got to try [to] feel how much I do—how inanimate I am when you're gone—I can't even hate these damnable people—Nobody's got a right to live but us—and they're dirtying up our world and I can't hate them because I want you so—Come Quick—Come Quick to me—Lover, Lover, Darling—Your Wife

S