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after Orlando by neonsquiggle, literature
Literature
after Orlando
as with all borrowed things,
we must leave this world better
than when we came into it -
so do it.
make your peace.
reclaim safety.
what it means to unmake
the needing of courage.
find your garden song
and call into being
the world of happy tomorrows,
where there are pancakes all the morning
and Manila cabs will take you
even if it rains;
where girls can walk home
alone at night and
no really means no;
where there is bread and honey
enough to fill
every cracked and dusty palm,
and there is poetry
enough to fill
every acre of every heart;
where we find all the lost things,
where skin is skin
and love is love
and when you look up and out
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xxxviii. what the poem said to the poet by vvinter-flowers, literature
Literature
xxxviii. what the poem said to the poet
i am the sa(n)dwhiches you fill with dysphoria
cheesy haikus topped with sliced, indented verses
you try to make a healthy meal out of me
but you are a bulimic riot
dumping my contents into a toilet
the same way you hit 'submit'
you know what else you've been hitting?
backspace
now my back is bruised from your keyboard punching
and my spaces turned into black holes you try to fit in your laptop
my (yes, my) words might be filling this textbox but you still are hollow
i know you tried to make me beautiful
because what else could you do with y
