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I’m Living in the Poems I Can’t Yet Write

How does one translate life into poetry, especially in seasons of total depletion?

Breaking the Alabaster Jarprecedes

I’m so sick of myself! Why do we bother trying to do any of this? I’ll never be sick of you–I love you whatever way you’re feeling.


Debase yourself in order to be absolved.