were you drunk or not,

when you said you missed me?

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whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

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She is the poem - June Bates

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I think you carry the people you’ve loved with you forever, not in a ‘you can never get over them’ way but more like loving them changed you and it meant something and you have to make peace with that

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Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

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From todays newsletter

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everything’s okay, i found chloe’s account

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W.B. Yeats, as quoted in Anne Sexton’s Love Poems (1969)

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[mildlydiscouraging]

[ID: The poem "Imaginary Conversation" by Linda Pastan in its entirety, as it appears on Poetry.org (link here). It reads:

"You tell me to live each day / as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen / where before coffee I complain / of the day ahead—that obstacle race / of minutes and hours, / grocery stores and doctors.

"But why the last? I ask. Why not / live each day as if it were the first— / all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing / her eyes awake that first morning, / the sun coming up / like an ingénue in the east?

"You grind the coffee / with the small roar of a mind / trying to clear itself. I set / the table, glance out the window / where dew has baptized every / living surface."

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Tishani Doshi, from “Love Poem”, Everything Begins Elsewhere

[Text ID: “– what will we call it, / when it’s no longer love?”]

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Natalie Díaz, from “I, Minotaur”, Postcolonial Love Poem

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Willkommen im Hause Sop

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