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jessica
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any pronouns, 29 | a poet, a reader, a clown, a dreamer
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foolishprose · 2 months ago
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Anselm Feuerbach (German, 1829-1880) Francesca von Rimini, 1864 Schack Collection, Munich
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foolishprose · 2 months ago
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─ Hisham Siddiqi
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foolishprose · 2 months ago
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“What if I write it and it’s bad-”
WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????
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foolishprose · 3 months ago
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Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
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foolishprose · 3 months ago
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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “Psychopathology Ward”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
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foolishprose · 3 months ago
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Night and Her Daughter Sleep (1902)
— by Mary L. Macomber
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Frédéric Chopin, from a letter written in May 1849, featured in Chopin's Letters
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— prtygal777
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foolishprose · 3 months ago
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Albert Camus, from "Personal Writings," originally published in 2020
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foolishprose · 3 months ago
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One line on a white stick,
Isn’t that what you wanted?
Not pregnant, congrats,
and everybody laughs,
One line on a white stick,
Isn’t that what you wanted?
I don’t want to hold a babe,
Not yet, not yet, not yet,
One line on a white stick,
Isn’t that what you wanted?
It is, it is, i swear it is,
I don’t know why I’m changing,
One line on a white stick,
Isn’t that what you wanted?
Why does it feel so heavy,
Why doesn’t it feel like freedom?
One line on a white stick,
Isn’t that what you wanted?
I swear I didn’t know I wanted,
I didn’t plan or work for this,
One line on a white stick,
Isn’t that what you wanted?
I don’t know any more.
Maybe two lines would work.
- jessica
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foolishprose · 3 months ago
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he isn’t watching the band,
he’s only looking at me,
and when i glance up i’m self conscious,
if only for a heartbeat
but i think i might love the feeling.
captured in hungry eyes
under neon lights,
i’m free and i’m falling,
he’d catch me,
i know it without asking
from the way i catch him watching.
- jessica
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foolishprose · 3 months ago
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Franz Kafka, 1912
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