I’m trapped.
I am not who I was supposed to be. Knowing that is so devastating in the most helpless way. I feel feral.
I want to scream and rip and hurt and tear and cry and completely shatter the entire framework of my own universe. Rattle the bones and devastate the foundation of which my entire life is built upon.
Could I fashion a sad, weak impression of what i thought it was supposed to be? Could I make it into something better?
I don’t know. So I stay the same.
Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes
[ID: text which reads, “I, too, have been losing my gentleness since the first young wound.” end text. End ID.]
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Mayuko Kobayashi (小林 真結子) - 女/Woman
Two nights ago, we walked into the same familiar house party we always do when the bars close down and the streets begin to empty.
This time, Kristi was there. We walked straight past and didn’t even glance her way. I felt proud that I could do that. Unexpectedly, she followed and met us in the back bedroom. The three of us just stood there looking at each other until she opened her arms.
It felt like coming home in a way.
Joe Brainard, Pansies, 1968.
Watercolor and collage on paper, 28 x 22 inches.
“You manipulate the memories with surprising persistence, trying to mold them into something that is not unbearable to look back on.”
“I did not become this restrained around others immediately. It took years of bitter disappointment and practice, years of knowing that people can be as temporary as their fleeting intentions.”
"I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving."
– Frida Kahlo
Dulce María Loynaz, tr. by James O’Connor, from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems
[Text ID: “I never call your name, but you are in me like the song in the nightingale’s throat even when it’s not singing.”]
She is the poem - June Bates