my favourites
1 - you've always been more of a dog person, by t. das;
- "I place the carcass of a bird at your feet. I love you, but not in a way you understand."
this poem comes to me in the middle of the night, and often prompts me to rewatch that one scene from wes anderson's 'isle of dogs'. i too cannot cope well with change, i too cannot imagine being left without my love. i too express my affection in a weird, often incomprehensible way.
2 - A Bookmark Near the End - Julia Nicole Camp;
- " I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end."
giving your time and energy and self to learn more and more about a loved one to better engage with them. i imagine this poet after seperate with their boyfriend, and seeing how their versions of love are contradictory.
flora and fauna
1 - Two-Headed Calf, by Laura Gilpin;
- "And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual."
when i'm old enough to get tattoos without religious fear-mongering plaguing my every move, i will be getting the small calf tattooed on my skin to feel the ink sink into my veins.
2 - The Orange, by Wendy Cope;
- "I love you. I'm glad I exist."
ever since i read this poem at the ripe old age of 15 and a half, i have put an amount of intentionality into how i peel oranges for others previously not applied (on a cognitive scale - i have always loved peeling oranges and it is a high effort activity). i want each slice to say "i love you, i want you to feel the happiness in the citrus, and with the dripping juice".
close to home
I only mis-gender myself when Fleetwood Mac comes on, by Lyd Havens;
- "I still identify / as a spiteful bitch."
i am a man, but a part of me will always be that girl who painted her nails in class. she served so much cunt.
about love
1 - GOD IS AN AMERICAN, by Terrance Hayes;
- "I am in love with incompletion."
beauty aching like an open book is a description that makes me want to perform a body swap so i can see how hayes lives to make something like this.
2 - The poet refuses to see what can be plainly seen, by Clementine Von Radics;
- "This morning I woke up so in love with you I didn't know what to do with my body"
this is how i've woken up, every morning, for everyday that i have been with my girlfriend, and all the prior days that my yearning was hidden. i love her so much. my thoughts orbit her like how the moon rotates our earth, she is the wind beneath my wings.