Amy Hempel, "Cloudland", Sing to It
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“Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there”
— Adrianne Kalfopoulou, “Poem in Pieces, a Log,” A History of Too Much
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Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it's the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.
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LIES ABOUT SEA CREATURES from ‘Bright Dead Things’ by Ada Limón
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Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 2, 1928-9; Monday, November 5
Text ID: —I have so much love in me that I would like to cry;
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Tell me a soft memory
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read the rest on my substack !!
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Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from “Baked Goods”, Lucky Fish (published in 2011)
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— Warsan Shire, Home
[text ID: Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, / bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. / Sometimes the men - they come with keys, / and sometimes, the men - they come with hammers.]
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Nayyirah Waheed, from salt.
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“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.”
— Marya Hornbacher
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― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]
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