#aimees poems

[authortango]

This is so crazy to see. My name, Copyright 2022. My own little chapbook of poems in my hands.

This has been such a thrilling experience for me. The vulnerabilty this book holds and yet the love my friends and family have given me for it is wild to me. Thank you to everyone so far who has bought Embrace and Unravel. If you’d like to check it out, head to the link here.

I look forward to attempting poetry more deliberately in the future. :)

[thehopefulquotes]

I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul.

Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt

[perfectfeelings]

I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul.

Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt

[resqectable]

I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul.

Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt

[quotefeeling]

I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul.

Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt

[kiisuuumii]

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from "Spring (a conversation)," featured in Leaning toward Light

[aimeewai]

/ aimee wai

original poetry

[perfectquote]

I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul.

Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt

[havingapoemwithyou]

Letters from Two Gardens by Ross Gay & Aimee Nezhukumatathil

[thoughtkick]

I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul.

Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt

[stay-close]

I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul.

Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt

[thehopefulquotes]

I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul.

Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt

[surqrised]

I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul.

Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt

[ripesinner]

Before we were the same messy flesh, I’m sure we were the same dust.

on twin flames for my soph. happy birthday i’m glad for every lifetime we’ve spent together @vanirgo

maeve and aimee, sex education. anne sexton, a self-portrait in letters. trista mateer. strawberry blond, mitski. radio silence, alice roseman. the orange, wendy cope. a little life, hanya yanagihara. this is how you lose the time war, amal el-mohtar. mouthful of forevers, clementine von radics. the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, taylor jenkins-reid. friedrich nietzsche, from a letter to mathilde trampedach. dani & jamie, the haunting of bly manor.

[julykings]

Slumped over on my dog in the sun, I’ve been sick for a couple of days and feel like I’ve got a sore pebble just under my jaw, a pretty ocean rock. One time in Oregon we scoured a beach for little stones called agates, found ourselves blown by sand until we felt like kites, our rough margins smoothed, smooth as the water on top of a tide pool. Water un-pierced until a hand dips beneath to caress (inconvenience) any number of sea animal. I authorize a $15 collect call from my dad in the Grand Canyon and all we talk about is weather. I guess that’s a good thing. It’s not too different out here than it is down there. And always there are things to do and clouds to point up at. I’d pay $15 any day to talk to my dad about the sky.

[xoxochb]

SCREAMED, “FUCK YOU, AIMEE” TO THE NIGHT SKY AS THE BLOODDDD WASSSS GUSHINGGGG