It Gets Better
The world felt wide and untouched and while I was scared to hope, I wanted to believe that this was the part where I would find the joy.
The world felt wide and untouched and while I was scared to hope, I wanted to believe that this was the part where I would find the joy.
Poetry is hard work, and mostly I forget it exists.
They won’t need the little bit of butter you’ll add when they’re done but you’ll add it anyway.
There’s still a bit of wildness in them that we can never control.
We can be forgiven, perhaps, for imagining the past as it is recorded to be both graspable and comprehensive.
I wanted a table again.
I carry a nostalgia the rest of the day that aches from the reality that some lives have been lived and some friendships have blurred.
It was a joke when I turned to my sister and asked, “I dunno, do you wanna share a spinsters’ grave with me?”
I, too, am a member of the convenience cult.
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