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“WHAT I MEAN BY RUIN IS…
When there’s only condiments left in the fridge
and you join a free online dating service
so men will buy you dinner.
When you’ve shucked the night with the dull blade
of indecision and gulped down everything,
even the pearls.
When some old, left-handed love has left
your guitar strung backwards
and you can’t find any songs
for rain in its frets.
When you wake up next to the body
of your past and it looks ready
to wrinkle and bald.
When the last burn of summer is peeling
from your breasts and there’s nothing to husk
the pale, raw of new flesh.
When the woman who wears her hair
in the old way quits mumbling about Jesus
on the street corner and takes her salvation
pamphlets to a pauper’s grave.
When you’re too ugly to pray,
but pray
and the only voice
on the drunk subway wails
good grief.”
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When there’s only condiments left in the fridge
and you join a free online dating service
so men will buy you dinner.
When you’ve shucked the night with the dull blade
of indecision and gulped down everything,
even the pearls.
When some old, left-handed love has left
your guitar strung backwards
and you can’t find any songs
for rain in its frets.
When you wake up next to the body
of your past and it looks ready
to wrinkle and bald.
When the last burn of summer is peeling
from your breasts and there’s nothing to husk
the pale, raw of new flesh.
When the woman who wears her hair
in the old way quits mumbling about Jesus
on the street corner and takes her salvation
pamphlets to a pauper’s grave.
When you’re too ugly to pray,
but pray
and the only voice
on the drunk subway wails
good grief.”
―
“So this is love. So this is entropy. I’ll break every bone in my feet running toward the shiny gate of it.
The whole damn sky holds its breath.”
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The whole damn sky holds its breath.”
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“So this is love. So this is entropy. I’ll break
every bone in my feet running toward
the shiny gate of it.
The whole damn sky holds its breath.
— Stevie Edwards, from “Offering,” Humanly. (Small Doggies Press, March 17, 2015)”
― Humanly
every bone in my feet running toward
the shiny gate of it.
The whole damn sky holds its breath.
— Stevie Edwards, from “Offering,” Humanly. (Small Doggies Press, March 17, 2015)”
― Humanly
“Let me be a closed border, a private club.”
― Quiet Armor: Poems
― Quiet Armor: Poems
“Nice guys keep me up at night,
write rock albums about how nice
they were to me, how I had no good reason
not to stay theirs.”
― Quiet Armor: Poems
write rock albums about how nice
they were to me, how I had no good reason
not to stay theirs.”
― Quiet Armor: Poems
“I'm not sure if you eat meat these days, but if you do, I hope you leave clean bones, get your money's worth.”
― Sadness Workshop
― Sadness Workshop
