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[read-this-now]

Krystin knows exactly what she a husband, a horse, and a place to hang all her competitive rodeo blue ribbons. But when none of the eligible bachelors in Montana end up being right for her, she turns to reality TV. On Hopelessly Devoted, Krystin will compete against dozens of other women for the heart of this season’s Hopeless Romantic, Josh Rosen. She’s determined to win the perfect life she came here for—if she can just ignore the glossy brunette whose crimson smile gives her goosebumps.

Lauren has never done anything for the right reasons—and she’s definitely not on Hopelessly Devoted to win Josh’s heart. Lauren’s plan is simple: stay on the show long enough to build her social media following, and then gracefully leave when it's her turn to be eliminated. With enough followers, she’ll finally have enough influencer clout to do whatever she wants—including come out of the proverbial walk-in closet. But the longer she stays on the show, the more she finds herself tangled up in a certain blonde’s lasso.

But neither contestant expects a heteronormative dating show to challenge their own deeply-ingrained ideas of who they are—and what they want.

[liriorosado]

i love you like dark rain muddy feet

like melting to sleep and into nightmares in which

you are here and not here and either way it hurts

love you like gas stations at 2 am and coca cola

that only tastes like home when it is washing down

rum or gin and i’m thinking about skeletons

love you like deciding to jump before looking at the ground

like how it only takes three minutes for the sky to change from purple to black

love you like tea that burns my tongue but i drink anyway

and fireworks too close to the ground and something exhilarating and horrifying

and unreal love you like moving out and spicy dishes with names

i can’t pronounce like screaming at the car wash touching like you’ll

never let go love like smiles and excuses love like

bullshit apologies and cold eyes love like

walking away from you.

love like walking toward something better

Lydia Wang "I love you like"

[deniseardenise]

You are writing about the apologies. About giving your phone number to strangers just for the thrill of a message from an unknown number. You are writing about reconstructing your broken bones. You are writing about licking salt. Crying Corona tears. Learning that you are an easy thing to touch and a hard thing to love.

/

What I am saying is I’m sorry. What I am saying is that in the dark, ephemeral looks a lot like eternal. What I am saying is your legs must hurt from walking in and out of people’s houses / of people’s lives / of people’s hearts. Your feet must be sore. What I am saying is I am sorry. What I am saying is I am still home if you want me to be. I’m sorry.

From: Lydia Wang, Why Are You Always Writing About Boys & Apology

[germmagazine]

you have boobs now and this means…

Lydia Wang

“men sometimes stare means there are sizes and colors and you look in the mirror and barely recognize your own body”

[risingphoenixpress]

The May Issue of The Rising Phoenix Review was our first month in operation! In case you missed the post, our featured poem for May 10th was sorry about the drunk Texts But I  by Lydia Wang

[whispering]

It still fascinates me how people leave, how we expect it, how quickly we clean the houses empty and hide ghosts under our fingernails. How names become names but without the burning. How the poems don’t hurt anymore. What I am saying is the songs that remind me of you probably remind you of someone else. What I am saying is we have prepared for this our whole lives. What I am saying is we are too good at stuffing suitcases with memories and drowning the people that we used to be. What I am saying is I’m sorry. What I am saying is that in the dark, ephemeral looks a lot like eternal. What I am saying is your legs must hurt from walking in and out of people’s houses / of people’s lives / of people’s hearts. Your feet must be sore. What I am saying is I am sorry. What I am saying is I am still home if you want me to be. I’m sorry.

Lydia Wang, Apology

[germmagazine]

i love you like

Lydia Wang

“i love you like dark rain muddy feet like melting to sleep and into nightmares in which you are here and not here and either way it hurts love you like gas stations at 2 am”

[risingphoenixpress]

The May Issue of The Rising Phoenix Review is underway! Follow this link to read one of the poems from our inaugural issue. Our feature poem of the day for May 11th was  sorry about the drunk Texts But I  by Lydia Wang Here is an excerpt from the poem: i once wrote a poem about how everybody wants to visit the haunted house but no one wants to live there, nobody wants to kiss the girl who tastes like halloween sorry about the drunk Texts But I by Lydia Wang poemsbylydia