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I wonder what would have become of me, had I remained informed by news
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I feel suddenly naked, as though
I have never lived before
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I feel like I should tell you
things about strength.
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From Thirteen Love Poems and Twelve Songs of Despair, poems from a feminist in love with a man in a forbiddingly patriarchal world. Also part of my 2018 poetry collection Xanthippe and Her Friends
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my love for you/ is like the falling snow
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how beautiful it could have been
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loving yourself,
though highly recommended,
never seems adequate
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sometimes i have to be in the other room
just so i can breathe easy away from you.
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a shawl of comfort: how you do
love me, just not like that
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My name is Love
and I want to go home.
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It's 50/50 that you'll ever pad your knee enough to ever kneel on it.
Your back hurts, the Orthapedist labels it arthritis.
I think that means we're getting old,
so I crawl up the tower of your body
as I'm a little younger, more sprightly.
You're a
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she's balanceshe's no regretshe's be yourselfshe's promises madeshe's dreams never endshe's a rainbowshe's last night on earthshe's head over heelsshe's oh yeahshe's purple rosesshe's sweet surrendershe's ever after blissshe's all the riches she's behind the wheelshe's…
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familiar people passing closely
faces we recognize but cannot place
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In the west the sun is sinking. Thank you
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