Category: On Depression
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canto
It’s never trivial to offer comfort to the dead,to the one who shouldn’t stay but cannot leave.The rhythm of the singsong rhymes that lay them in their bedis the same one on your tongue that lets you grieve. No tags for this post.
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un/make
when was it exactly that you lost the threaddropped a stitch or twocan you unravel it back to a timecan you find your place againtake it all apartrip the seamsremake the beginninghow do you pull at the hemsdecide to start overwhat happens ifthere is no one left to spin the yarnhow do you know ifyou…
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One Wish
I walked by with my brokenfingerhands and I saw you there with her. I saw the way your eyes tracked her smile and the way your whole self was alive, loving her. I love you more than I love breathing, so I walked on by and I kept on walking and I never let you…
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Recipe for When You’re Grieving
Use a heavy-bottomed pan, a big one. Drop in some butter. Top and tail and peel sweet onions. Chop them slowly, and let yourself cry. Sweat the onions in the butter; add salt and pepper. Stir until everything is soft. Until you’re soft. Trim leeks then half them, lengthwise. Cut them into infinite halfmoon ribbons…
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Autumn
I walked through the falling leaves and tasted the crisp fog and the maple air I ran my fingers over frost stone over spider rope over field lace and sky I did not miss you. I twisted braids of dough and brushed them with icing sugar surrendered them to the fire and hoped for the…