By Leah Umansky:
It is hard to quiet the blackberrying pain.
The little chronicles, the streaks, and the intimate workings.
I will face this by red-winging my truths.
I will push my blues into orchids.
I decided to claim more space
But I chose the opposite
What are the words I would go to: hunger// longing// love
When you feel drawn to something you should.
Whatever your terrible is is up to you.
The question is how you lead.
I lead myself to distress; I lead myself to happiness.
This is the history of our times.
I claw my way to the surface.
I get a hold of this world with my teeth
& wolf down what I thirst for.
How do I take the I out of here?
(why should I take the I out?)
I am always hungry
I am always thinking of my next…
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