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i’ve never felt the encouragement of belonging, instead, a personal limbo,

existing in silence, or in betweens, an anonymous misery, lodged between my creaky heart.

— Fariha Róisín, from “belonging,” How to Cure a Ghost

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The truth about lonely is it lasts.

Joe Jiménez, from “A pencil and a bowlful of pears,” Rattlesnake Allegory (via lifeinpoetry)

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The nightjar eats what it eats. The wide wave finally arrives. The wet moon leaves me so lonely.

You can’t tell me what I want or don’t.

— Chase Berggrun, from “Palmistry,” published in Poetry

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I was lonely not in that gut-wrenching way not like someone lobbed an arm of but more like after a haircut that feeling that something’s just of

I didn’t mind or wouldn’t have if I’d walked more and I convinced myself that if I just had a new bike I’d be content

not that I wasn’t

just

I was autumning and we don’t have cocoons or caves for that like other animals we just have cages and prison boxes to seek and await the change in

— Suhaiymah Manzoor-Khan, from “Just a July,” Postcolonial Banter

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I am doing my best to not become a museum of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out.

I am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible.

— Natalie Diaz, from “American Arithmetic,” Postcolonial Love Poem

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“All alone she was. All alone with her soul. She lived on the top of a solitary hill. Her house was small, and bare, and alone too. She seemed like a creature of the forest herself, sometimes. She walked with a swift silent tread. She spoke to no one. No one spoke to her.”

— Katherine Mansfield, from Selected Prose; “The Lonely One,”

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