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18 | she/they | hypothetical astronaut | ekphrastic poet | haunted house

Message to Readers

ahhh we love being vulnerable, right? just love it.


November 24, 2019


carry it above your head like furniture or like the caravans along long prairie roads / carry it sweet as new love, doors opening onto the parachutes of our youth; or the hope of being held found in the belly of a foreign city, laughing at its ghosts / carry it on the roof of your mouth like a nonbeliever’s prayer, like the sunset on your shoulders / sweetheart: I will not be the first or last to tell you how I feel, but the wool and warmth of night has wrapped us in her midnight train rides in the musty air, and the walk back home / carry my love like you would carry the child of a friend / carry it like something dear and wanting / my heart is left in the red cavity of my chest, but you hold: my sky, my highway moon, the reeds overlooking the rows of autumn houses, the golden afternoon of me / i am not damaged easily, but i am not blind to the fact that you were always the one who could hurt me most 


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  • jaii

    goddamn fancy poetry pants, this is absolutely beautiful. that last line, just, wow.

    12 months ago
  • babybluelamentations

    ughhhhh beautifulll i literally cannot compliment this lovely piece enough. It flows like warm milk tea through my throat as I read it out loud, i just, I can’t explain in words how smooth this is, and what longing and pain it makes me feel. Love, love, love <3

    12 months ago
  • Kahte

    I loved this!

    about 1 year ago
  • Ali S

    This is beautiful! Every line from the first to the last is so sweet, and you really managed to capture feeling vulnerable in such a short piece

    about 1 year ago