September 2011
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from Lee Upton, "Apology to Keats"
poetryeater:
One life inverted into a swollen detail, until what we wished for squeaked half-liquid and ripe under our breastbones, turning us pliant to one world in another world, the point of falling, of leave-taking, abrupt processions wind-shuffled and splitting. Like fire and time, it must be stolen while falling. What’s fallen is anyone’s. What comes through air to ground. Just that much...
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August 2011
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If only, if only.
“My goal this year is to be better..”
I look down shyly and play with my fingernails, appearing to seem interested in it. I do not dare look up.
“… not in grades or physically necessarily, but emotionally rather.”
I can feel the eyes on me. I do not dare look up.
“This summer, I have been in a bad state of mind and I really hope this year I can learn to...
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