i just want to be a part of your day.
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“Once you choose to love, you love. Or rather, once you find no reason not to love, you love. You shouldn’t sell your past loves short as they were your entire world at a previous point in time – a part of your history, a part of you, that you shouldn’t forget.”
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“the key to finding love
is fucking up the pattern on purpose,
is skipping a stitch,
is leaving a tiny, tiny hole to let the cold in
and hoping she mends it with your lips.”
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At First Sight
When she stops kissing you
with her mouth open,
find the screw driver.
Buy a newly cut shank of beef.
Leave so much blood in the kitchen
she has to ask what happened.
When she no longer calls you baby,
hide all the silverware
between the couch cushions.
Send her there to sleep.
If she does not complain,
let the sinks in the bathroom overflow.
Bake the wedding photos
in the dryer. Stand in
the middle of your flood.
Call her name backwards, forwards.
Wave your arms like your chest is a runway.
She is the plane you are crashing.
When she does not reach
for you, pretend
it is the first time
“Once in a while someone used to ask me, ‘Don’t you ever write poems about your children?’ The male poets of my generation did write poems about their children — especially their daughters. For me, poetry was where I lived as no-one’s mother, where I existed as myself.” –Adrienne Rich