February 2012
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Love’s Not the Way to Treat a Friend by Richard...
Love’s not the way to treat a friend. I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t want to see your eyes forgotten on a rainy day, lost in the endless purse of those who can remember nothing. Love’s not the way to treat a friend. I don’t want to see you end up that was with your body being poured like wounded marble into the architecture of those who make bridges out of crippled...
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“Only hang around people that are positive and make you feel good. Anybody who...”
– Amy Poehler (via drinkyourjuice)
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New Mother by Sharon Olds
A week after our child was born, you cornered me in the spare room and we sank down on the bed. You kissed me and kissed me, my milk undid its burning slip-knot through my nipples, soaking my shirt. All week I had smelled of milk, fresh milk, sour. I began to throb: my sex had been torn easily as cloth by the crown of her head, I’d been cut with a knife and sewn, the stitches pulling at my...
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“How many losses does it take to stop a heart,
to lay waste to the vocabularies...”
– From Dorianne Laux’s “Last Words”
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“Everything we do
Corrects the space
Between death and me
and you.”
– Harold Pinter
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“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then...”
– Karen Marie Moning (via vastpastiche)
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“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to...”
– Mary Oliver, “When Death Comes”
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Ordeal by Nina Cassian
I promise to make you more alive than you’ve ever been. For the first time you’ll see your pores opening like the gills of fish and you’ll hear the noise of blood in galleries and feel light gliding on your corneas like the dragging of a dress across the floor. For the first time, you’ll note gravity’s prick like a thorn in your heel, and your shoulder blades will...
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Love Rode 1500 Miles by Judy Grahn
Love rode 1500 miles on a grey hound bus and climbed in my window one night to surprise both of us. the pleasure of that sleepy shock has lasted a decade now or more because she is always still doing it and I am always still pleased. I do indeed like aggressive women who come half a continent just for me; I am not saying that patience is virtuous, Love like anybody else, comes to those who wait...
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“I have always loved too much,
or not enough.”
– Dorianne Laux, “After Twelve Days of Rain”
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After Twelve Days of Rain by Dorianne Laux
I couldn’t name it, the sweet sadness welling up in me for weeks. So I cleaned, found myself standing in a room with a rag in my hand, the birds calling time-to-go, time-to-go. And like an old woman near the end of her life I could hear it, the voice of a man I never loved who pressed my breasts to his lips and whispered “My little doves, my white, white lilies.” I could almost...
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For You by Kim Addonizio
For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves. I remove my jewelry and set it on the nightstand, I unhook my ribs, spread my lungs flat on a chair. I dissolve like a remedy in water, in wine. I spill without staining, and leave without stirring the air. I do it for love. For love, I disappear.
