wxlfmother
Wretched And Divine
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Yannis Ritsos, trans. by Kimon Friar, from a poem featured in "Erotica: Love Poems,"
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wxlfmother · 4 hours ago
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wxlfmother · 1 day ago
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important, as a young lady, to foster a good relationship with the following:
Grouper’s discography
Sodium Vapor Streetlamp
Spiders
Twine and Knot Tying
Wurlitzer Electric Piano
Bodies of Water
Roadside Flowers
Hoarding Fabric
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drinking water from the tap x
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Anthony Thomas Lombardi, from "self-portrait as murmuration"
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wxlfmother · 2 days ago
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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
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Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Mary Magdalene”
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Louise Glück, "Epithalamium" from Descending Figure
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wxlfmother · 3 days ago
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June Jordan, from "Intifada Incantation: Poem #8 for b.b.L.", Directed by Desire: The Complete Poems of June Jordan
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Louise Glück, "Epithalamium" from Descending Figure
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wxlfmother · 3 days ago
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oh i was raised on little light
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wxlfmother · 4 days ago
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adam wakes up, probes his side. rib gone, wound sticky. god's fingers have touched a place that will never be touched again. how does adam not curl up, swell and fall, beg god to touch him again. to touch him everywhere else. not just ribs but cheek, inner thigh, lap. the worst part of the side-wound is not that god penetrated you but that he won't do it again
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Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows
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Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “Not the wound, but what the wound implies”
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wxlfmother · 5 days ago
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Margaret Atwood, from a poem titled "Corpse Song," featured in Paper Boat: Selected Poems
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