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I’ve cut myself off.
I can feel the place
where I used to be attached.
It’s raw, as when you grate
your finger. It’s a shredded mess
of images. It hurts.
But where exactly on me
is this torn-off stem?
Now here, now there.
— Jul 01, 2026 12:10AM
I can feel the place
where I used to be attached.
It’s raw, as when you grate
your finger. It’s a shredded mess
of images. It hurts.
But where exactly on me
is this torn-off stem?
Now here, now there.
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i have to read this book little by little cause each poem keeps knocking me on my ass, i’m so so awestricken, i’m genuinely gasping at each stanza.
im late to the atwood train but FUCK what a mind. hear this:
‘THE POETS HANG ON’
They know something, though.
They do know something.
Something they’re whispering,
something we can’t quite hear.
Is it about sex?
Is it about dust?
Is it about fear?
— Jul 26, 2026 04:00PM
im late to the atwood train but FUCK what a mind. hear this:
‘THE POETS HANG ON’
They know something, though.
They do know something.
Something they’re whispering,
something we can’t quite hear.
Is it about sex?
Is it about dust?
Is it about fear?