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John Cage to Merce Cunningham, June 29 1943

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Natalie Shapero

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I meant to post this months ago, but I have a new poem in The Rumpus!

https://therumpus.net/2021/10/19/enough-a-constant-undoing/

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- Richard Siken, "Wishbone"

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“once / i haunted the house myself”

— Hannah Waldman, from “carving the staircase,” published in Homology Lit

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deux

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Being held was tight round my neck. / Look, I still bear the marks, / Listen, I still can’t breathe.

I’ve been owned for centuries, / It is love. But I will not stay.

Yrsa Daley-Ward, from Bone; “legacy”

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Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things

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Rural Boys Watch The Apocalypse (rough draft) by Keaton St. James

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Before healing a wound you must first admit that you are bleeding.

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Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”

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I FELL ONTO LOVE LIKE A SWORD

yves olade // ada limon // franz kafka // richard siken // x // richard siken // jessa crispin

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“Summer after summer has ended, / balm after violence: / it does me no good / to be good to me now; / violence has changed me.”

— Louise Glück, from “October” (via theclassicsreader)

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And.

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& i’m sorry.                  & the words don’t  do anything. we’re a brittle collection of  apologies, trying to trade them like candy &  see which flavor we like best.   you’re a 

sound that haunts & i am     the white static on the side of the road, lights blinking &

a warning on the dashboard. 

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december carries your shoulders,            boy. your becoming has unmade itself / a thunderclap, unresolved.         settle yourself here.           drop to pieces,  scatter narcissus petals      over what remains.      rot & 

bloom. bloom & rot.             boy of monsters, boy of breath.              this odd reflection of mine, unalike / too alike.                     hands like distance — you’re a multitude at the edge of every new beginning.          the horizon is your lifeline. 

            i have waited so long to meet you. 

           december is — boy / breath / becoming.