Sean Glatch, Recovery Politics
[Text ID: “I dig into myself, angry and half in / ecstasy. / I buried the light again.”]
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Sean Glatch, Recovery Politics
[Text ID: “I stopped apologizing for the bruise, lost / hold of the body.”]
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The blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.
~Sean Glatch
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— Sean Glatch, from Apology Poem
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Todavía me aferro a la esperanza de que
La memoria es más fuerte que la distancia
y odio la esperanza.
y odio la distancia.
y odio los poemas inacabados,
Pero espero que el tsunami esté a salvo dentro de mi.
Sean Glatch, Apology Poem
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"The blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me."
Sean Glatch
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Pomegranate by Sean Glatch
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Sean Glatch, Apology Poem
[Text ID: “I’m sorry about the distance, the / bruised fruit, that / I didn’t leave the door open.”]
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like minds quote cards, i guess.
hell if i know
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