#the tin woodwoman gets a massage

[gennsoup]

How rusted shut I am, how locked, how oxidized. Old baked-beans can, Tin Woodwoman left in the rain. Movement equals pain. How corroded.

Margaret Atwood, The Tin Woodwoman Gets a Massage

[adrasteiax]

Margaret Atwood, from The Tin Woodwoman Gets A Massage in “Dearly: New Poems"

[derangedrhythms]

Margaret Atwood, Dearly; from 'The Tin Woodwoman Gets a Massage'

TEXT ID: Me, it's the heart: that's the part lacking. I used to want one: a dainty cushion of red silk dangling from a blood ribbon, fit for sticking pins in. But I've changed my mind. Hearts hurt.

[thehauntedself]

How rusted shut I am, how locked, how oxidized. Old baked-beans can, Tin Woodwoman left in the rain. Movement equals pain. How corroded.

Margaret Atwood, “The Tin Woodwoman Gets a Massage,” Dearly: New Poems

[feral-ballad]

Margaret Atwood, from Dearly: New Poems; “The Tin Woodwoman Gets a Massage”

[Text ID: “it’s the heart: / that’s the part lacking. / I used to want one: / But I’ve changed my mind. / Hearts hurt.”]

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “The Tin Woodwoman Gets a Massage”, Dearly

[letterful]

Me, it’s the heart: that’s the part lacking. I used to want one: a dainty cushion of red silk dangling from a blood ribbon, fit for sticking pins in. But I’ve changed my mind. Hearts hurt.

MARGARET ATWOOD, from ‘The Tin Woodwoman Gets a Massage’.

[serratedpens]

Margaret Atwood, “The Tin Woodwoman Gets a Massage”

[myvehementsilence]

Me, it’s the heart:

that’s the part lacking.

I used to want one:

a dainty cushion of red silk

dangling from a blood ribbon,

fit for sticking pins in.

But I’ve changed my mind.

Hearts hurt.

— Margaret Atwood, from “The Tin Woodwoman Gets a Massage ,” Dearly

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