L. V., I Found This Poem In The Jaws Of A Bear Trap

Juliet (Detail)
John William Waterhouse, 1898

You find a vial of Juliet’s poison under the kitchen sink.

L. V., i found this poem in the jaws of a bear trap

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7 months ago

Think about this:
You and Death—

sitting down for afternoon tea
in the garden of my mind, talking
whilst flowers bloomed
and grew redder in the backdrop.

Worms traverse the driveway like lost men in the Sahara.

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Detail of "Musician Smoking a Cigarette in the Background of Copenhagen" by Gerda Wegener (Danish, 1886-1940)

During days that You aren’t there, Death becomes lonely.
He sits back in His chair and puts His feet up, takes a cigarette out
from His coat pocket, lights it up to fill the air with His sorrow.
Then, You, in your old suit, reappear out of nowhere,
and all of a sudden, it is summer again.

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In my mind,
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6 months ago

Detail of "Ночное свидание" ("Date night")
Konstantin Somov

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10 months ago

an open letter to the poet who left a bouquet of sonnets at my door
dear poet,
who is the "you" in your poems?
when did you meet?
where did you meet?
how did you meet?
& why does the "you" in your poems
hold so much light that i see you drowning in it

- L. V.

by Henri Fantin-Latour (French, 1836-1904)

& why does the "you" in your poems
punch black holes into your heart and in your lungs
that i see you are struggling to breathe
& oh wow there's so much blood
in your lungs
that i see you are coughing up
sunsets into your elbow

- L. V.

& i see you try to wipe it away
with your hands
but all you're doing is smearing
everything in red
& how does the "you" in your poems
hold so much light that you turn into a moth
& you are chasing the fire
& you know this won't end well
but you are chasing the sun
you keep chasing the end, dear poet

- L. V.

L. V., writing in the dark (pt. 6: because i don't know what to do with all this light)

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9 months ago

September was a sparrow, but only in her poems.

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Hibiscus and Sparrow (Detail)
by: Katsushika Hokusai, 1830

She stands on the edge of a many-story building and

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takes a dive; eyes closed. When she opens them, she’s flying.

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I guess it’s like trying to kill yourself by holding your breath—you just can’t.

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September forgave herself, but only in her poems.

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7 months ago

Beside the bed where parting life was laid…,’ illustration for Oliver Goldsmith’s The Deserted Village (Detail)
By Edwin Austin Abbey

across the muddy terrain of your heart
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L. V., i found this poem in a local paper's obituaries

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1 year ago

I finished reading The Book of Strangers and I adore both parts! I've sent you my feedback in another ask. I agree with other Anon about sending a little something as MY thanks to you for your writings. Maybe you have one of those Ko-fi accounts or something? 😊

Thanks so much! You're too kind.

I don't have one. Your feedback is more than enough :)

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7 months ago

you always used to say that your day had gone fine

and I always wondered what you meant by "fine".

"Vase de fleurs à la fenêtre" - detail
("Vase of Flowers at the Window")
by Paul Gauguin, 1881

is it when the skies are blue and the birds are chirping?

you called it "picnic weather" once, when we were inside

and having breakfast for early dinner because

we were so broke, the cracks on the vase could pass for art.

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Detail of "The Garden of Adonis - Amoretta and Time" by John Dickson Batten (English, 1860-1932)

The 7 Wonders

I wonder how many more poems
are standing in the way
between now and the day I die.

I wonder if the sickness is our bodies fighting back.
Often we hear about people fighting for their lives,
but we are here too—the ones fighting for their deaths.

Room C-30. I wonder how many people have died here.
How many wept.
How many threw up on this bed.
And if this mattress is the same mattress or
if they threw that one out.

I wonder if it would be considered betrayal, to my younger self,
if at any point in the near future, I don’t kill myself.
I think this means I’ve outlived myself.
Maybe one day I’ll write something about that.

I wonder which words haven’t been put together
before I put them together and were they better off apart?

I wonder what it’s like to be there.
To be the one telling everyone that you’re gone.
To hold your hand until it grew too cold to the touch.

I wonder if I’ll ever forget you
or if I’ll die before I do.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem at the beginning of a rainbow

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