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—nikita gill; whispers from the wicked wood, from “fierce fairytales”

Guillaume Apollinaire, tr. by Anne Hyde Greet, from Calligrams; “Snapshot”

Mary Oliver; Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way, from Felicity

Sanober Khan

Nikita Gill, Fierce Fairytales

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

yahoo answers: is euphoria a bad thing?

a mayfly hatched at night

I’m quitting the benches, your waiting

room, where nobody’s ever seen. Dear, I was tired

of stairs, your stairs, silent stairs. I remember how you glowed

in the dark, your sorry like a spark. Dear, I no longer strike

matches on your walls.

— “Dear,” by Monika Zobel

Dear, I no longer strike

matches on your walls. Dear, it had to end. I remember

the sickness like a concrete block, anchored and dull,

something built for stumbling. No fire, no fire

could blow it up.

— “Dear,” by Monika Zobel

I can’t remember a time I didn’t love him.

S.A // Conversations About Love #12