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you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one!
oh. oh.
#don’t think i’ve read this kim addonizio poem and it just blindsided me like a truck thank you so much#i. oh god. like yeah.#pour me shitfaced into your car i feel like you own a comforter extremely dysfunctional only in surface details like which person was the#black hole and the distant spark in space that might’ve been a star there’s something too with unrelenting mist / many-headed mist / missed#who knew mis(t)/sed had undone so many. while you keep an eye on the burner here’s hoping this flame doesn’t go out#the flame as in the spark as in don’t let me have pinned my hopes on you to watch it burn out again but also me. like please let me not go#and i think there’s something there too with the repetitive ‘i have just met you’ and i already love you that reminds me both of a story#colman domingo told abt meeting his partner i cry everytime i hear it right when he says ‘i think i love u &you’re about to change my life’#and i KNOW there’s another poem. and i feel like it maybe has a dog and it talks about how they don’t even know you but they love you#OH IT’S ALSO. OH MY GOD THAT’S IT. i mean not exactly so maybe i have read this before & it’s what has been haunting me for so long but#the opening line to tim seibles naïve is ‘i love you but i don’t know you’ - mennonite woman#the odds of that dog poem being a carl phillips poem is non-zero btw. his poems about dogs make me see shrimp colors (bertuzzi thesis)#ANYWAY. agreed. this is incredibly hockey and incredibly hurtful because they DO bond like this in 0.0001 seconds because if you can’t#you’re fucked. you have to just find somebody and fall in love with them and it’s the salmon and the triple cream brie like they got taken#out to some fancy meet the donors team night in their suits and one of them is dealing with a heartbreak and a trade and are the things#they think true or are they just missing what the used to have. jamie who used to empty and refill the ice tray YES sorry i have been a#little bit thinking that about the trevor dealing so poorly with the breakup and i wish i had another narrative (which i do) but it fits#trade deadline tragedy#and also the formation of a codependent rookies like. two guys that get drafted and brought up together and suddenly they’re doing#everything together and it’s your first time in the big show and none of your old college friends understand because they’re not there#and you can’t get it. like you think you know but they can’t understand and the loneliness and it IS guys taking care of each other#(alexa play harriet by hey rosetta! but specifically the bridge) and it’s just. i just!!! trying to fill up the missing pieces of your life#like i cannot convey WHOMST i am trying to pin this narrative to this is going to rotate for a long while i think#because it’s not a wild i fell in love with you at first sight it’s a you were kind to me when i was broken. and i love you for that.#like who is FALLING APART &happens to fall into someone else’s arms. purely for the partygirl aspect the devil (old hrpf) says ‘13 bennguin#who among us hasn’t fallen mildly briefly brilliantly in love with a stranger and imagined a future where you get everything you want#sometimes we love people for who they are and sometimes we love them for what we’re not and sometimes for who we think they’ll be#this was a very long way to say thank you for sharing <3 i will also be making this about my hockey guys <3#OH MY GOD IT’S DPAIRS. WHO’S BEEN THROUGH SEVERAL DPAIRS#nonny <3
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I know we’ve just met and everything but I’d really like to fall apart on you now. I’d like to think you’re the kind of person who’d refill my glass all night, then pour me shitfaced into your car and take me home with you so I could regurgitate salmon and triple cream brie and chocolate strawberries into your toilet, and then you’d cook me a little something – I’d like to think you’re the kind of person who cooks – while I rambled incoherently about my loneliness. I know we’ve just met but I feel like maybe you’d feed me and tuck me into your big bed and only touch me as you covered me with the comforter. I feel like you own a comforter. I also somehow sense that your family was extremely dysfunctional in a way that differs from mine only in surface details, like which person was the black hole and which the distant, faint mark in space that might have been a star. I feel all that. I feel kind of, I don’t know, like my inner space heater and TV and washing machine are all going at once. Do you own a coffee grinder? I have an ice-cube tray. The last ice disappeared a few months ago, into the freezer mist. I miss that ice but once the mist gets hold of it, it’s gone for good. Unrelenting mist. Many-headed mist. Who knew mist had undone so many. I feel like my underwear would fit in your silverware caddy. It’s just a feeling, though. I could be wrong about that. Could you get me another drink now? I think we have chemistry. I really need a lab partner. Could I just, you know, let my molecules separate while you keep an eye on the burner? The flame’s kind of fickle. Here’s hoping it doesn’t go out.
- Kim Addonizio, 2014
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Kim Addonizio
I know we’ve just met and everything but I’d really like to fall apart on you now. I’d like to think you’re the kind of person who’d refill my glass all night, then pour me shitfaced into your car and take me home with you so I could regurgitate salmon and triple cream brie and chocolate strawberries into your toilet, and then you’d cook me a little something – I’d like to think you’re the kind of person who cooks – while I rambled incoherently about my loneliness. I know we’ve just met but I feel like maybe you’d feed me and tuck me into your big bed and only touch me as you covered me with the comforter. I feel like you own a comforter. I also somehow sense that your family was extremely dysfunctional in a way that differs from mine only in surface details, like which person was the black hole and which the distant, faint mark in space that might have been a star. I feel all that. I feel kind of, I don’t know, like my inner space heater and TV and washing machine are all going at once. Do you own a coffee grinder? I have an ice-cube tray. The last ice disappeared a few months ago, into the freezer mist. I miss that ice but once the mist gets hold of it, it’s gone for good. Unrelenting mist. Many-headed mist. Who knew mist had undone so many. I feel like my underwear would fit in your silverware caddy. It’s just a feeling, though. I could be wrong about that. Could you get me another drink now? I think we have chemistry. I really need a lab partner. Could I just, you know, let my molecules separate while you keep an eye on the burner? The flame’s kind of fickle. Here’s hoping it doesn’t go out.
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Party by Kim Addonizio
I know we’ve just met and everything but I’d really like to fall apart on you now. I’d like to think you’re the kind of person who’d refill my glass all night, then pour me shitfaced into your car and take me home with you so I could regurgitate salmon and triple cream brie and chocolate strawberries into your toilet, and then you’d cook me a little something – I’d like to think you’re the kind of person who cooks – while I rambled incoherently about my loneliness. I know we’ve just met but I feel like maybe you’d feed me and tuck me into your big bed and only touch me as you covered me with the comforter. I feel like you own a comforter. I also somehow sense that your family was extremely dysfunctional in a way that differs from mine only in surface details, like which person was the black hole and which the distant, faint mark in space that might have been a star. I feel all that. I feel kind of, I don’t know, like my inner space heater and TV and washing machine are all going at once. Do you own a coffee grinder? I have an ice-cube tray. The last ice disappeared a few months ago, into the freezer mist. I miss that ice but once the mist gets hold of it, it’s gone for good. Unrelenting mist. Many-headed mist. Who knew mist had undone so many. I feel like my underwear would fit in your silverware caddy. It’s just a feeling, though. I could be wrong about that. Could you get me another drink now? I think we have chemistry. I really need a lab partner. Could I just, you know, let my molecules separate while you keep an eye on the burner? The flame’s kind of fickle. Here’s hoping it doesn’t go out.
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um. <3
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