The People I Love Are The Workers Of My Heart. They Rebuild A Heart They Did Not Break From A House Of

First born daughter playing therapist

Apology letters to anyone I’ve ever kissed

I think this weekend I’ll go on an alcohol bender

But at least drinks are free when you’re the bartender.

“Of course, she must be sleeping, sleeping deeply, wrapped in the darkness of that strange little world of hers.”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

Henri Gervex, Rolla (detail), 1878.

Musée des Beaux-Arts de Bordeaux.

I read the flecks in your eyes

like how a girl all alone

would read poetry.

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Your eyes tell an odyssey

of the thousand lies you've heard,

each one a dark star.

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Somewhere within your iris

there's an epic of pain and

love in equal parts.

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Eyes like the night sky.

I see the galaxy and

wonder where I could fit in.

I listen to and read poetry

Not just to create poetry

But because I want everything I say to sound like poetry

To become more beautiful through the beauty that I speak

To make my great-grandmother proud

To become art

Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson, from “If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho,” (x)