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On the last day of my life, I hope I’m ready. Not ready like ready to leave somewhere, ready like ready to go somewhere. Ready to get back, ready to see my mom and my dog. Ready to fade into the static that made me.

oh so this is THAT poetry anthology
Jun 02, 2026 06:47AM
Make Believe: Poems for Hoping Again

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jadyn kavanagh is on page 35 of 144
Body didn’t feel good enough for Brain anymore, but Body didn’t have anyone else but Brain. They both stuck around but stopped trusting each other, and eventually they grew apart.
Jun 02, 2026 06:19AM
Make Believe: Poems for Hoping Again


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Time passed, and they grew up. Brain changed. Body changed too. When Body asked to eat breakfast with Brain like they used to, Brain got mad. Brain was never happy with Body, even when Body tried to do everything Brain asked. When they looked in the mirror, they saw different things.
Jun 02, 2026 06:19AM
Make Believe: Poems for Hoping Again


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jadyn kavanagh is on page 35 of 144
Once upon a time, Brain met Body. Brain taught Body how to run and play. Body helped Brain play with toys. Brain reminded Body to eat breakfast. Body took Brain anywhere Brain wanted to go. They were best friends.
Jun 02, 2026 06:19AM
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jadyn kavanagh is on page 31 of 144
Sometimes in the moments before they die, chameleons erupt with color. Blues, greens, reds, the bright yellow of the sun. Everything all at once. Maybe when my life flashes before my eyes at the end of all this, I’ll see every shade of woman I ever was. Maybe on the other side waits my nature before nurture. Some iridescent, steady thing.
Jun 01, 2026 08:41PM
Make Believe: Poems for Hoping Again


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jadyn kavanagh is on page 31 of 144
I don’t know how to stop turning myself into the shade of woman that matches the room. I’m shy if you’re funny. I’m funny if you’re shy. My voice flies high if I want you to think I’m sweet, and low if I want you to think I’m smart. I’m like a snake that drags all my old skins behind me, in case someone thinks one of them suits me better. 
Jun 01, 2026 08:41PM
Make Believe: Poems for Hoping Again


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