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Maahi’s 2024 Year in Books
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Maahi Patel
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Sunflowers at Dusk
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Survival at Stake : How Our Treatment of Animals Is Key to Human Existence
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I feel like this should be required reading. Let me start by telling you that this is going to make you feel uncomfortable. It is going to make your blood boil. And it damn well should. As a vegan and a sustainability student, I encounter plenty of p ...more |
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“you built a fire
hoping it would make me warm,
not realizing i was made of ice.”
― Sunflowers at Dusk
hoping it would make me warm,
not realizing i was made of ice.”
― Sunflowers at Dusk
“the night we met
it was warm
like it always is
and i was cold
like i always am
and i asked you
if you would ever
want to be rooted
in one place forever
like the mighty mango
and you said to me
(i remember)
that you would cement
yourself in the
pavement if that’s
what it took for the
night to never end.”
― Sunflowers at Dusk
it was warm
like it always is
and i was cold
like i always am
and i asked you
if you would ever
want to be rooted
in one place forever
like the mighty mango
and you said to me
(i remember)
that you would cement
yourself in the
pavement if that’s
what it took for the
night to never end.”
― Sunflowers at Dusk
“You know, they say that there is a part
of the human chest that it you strike it hard enough,
it makes the person’s heart explode. This sounds like
such a lie that I have to believe it’s the truth. If I were
science, I’d never tell anyone where this place is.
If I were science, I’d have named this place after you.”
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of the human chest that it you strike it hard enough,
it makes the person’s heart explode. This sounds like
such a lie that I have to believe it’s the truth. If I were
science, I’d never tell anyone where this place is.
If I were science, I’d have named this place after you.”
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“This poem is the poem I'm writing because
we aren't speaking, and it is making my heart hurt
so bad that sometimes I can't make it up off the floor.”
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we aren't speaking, and it is making my heart hurt
so bad that sometimes I can't make it up off the floor.”
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“You,
quiet and alone in your kitchen, cigaretteless.
Me, left tapping on your rain-streaked window,
wanting you to know that everything is going
to get better, and really hoping that it does.”
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quiet and alone in your kitchen, cigaretteless.
Me, left tapping on your rain-streaked window,
wanting you to know that everything is going
to get better, and really hoping that it does.”
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“I'm sorry I could never see myself out
of the twitching fever of my heartache,
that I traded everything we had for
something that never ended up being.
But if I could take anything back, it wouldn't be
the glittering hope I stuck in the amber of your eyes,
or the sweet eager of our conversations.
No, it would be that last stony path to nothing,
when we both gave up without telling the other.
How silence arrived like a returned valentine
on that morning
we finally taught our phones not to ring.”
― The Last American Valentine: Illustrated Poems to Seduce and Destroy
of the twitching fever of my heartache,
that I traded everything we had for
something that never ended up being.
But if I could take anything back, it wouldn't be
the glittering hope I stuck in the amber of your eyes,
or the sweet eager of our conversations.
No, it would be that last stony path to nothing,
when we both gave up without telling the other.
How silence arrived like a returned valentine
on that morning
we finally taught our phones not to ring.”
― The Last American Valentine: Illustrated Poems to Seduce and Destroy
