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challenging
dark
reflective
slow-paced
Kaveh Akbar’s language is thick like blood in the mouth — almost too visceral for me at times. I’m glad to have read it.
Oh god. Oh GOD.
“PRAYER
again I am thinking of self-love filled with self-love the stomach
of the girl who ate only hair was filled with hair they cut
it out when she died it formed a mold of her stomach reducing
a life to its most grotesque artifact my gurgling internal devotion
to myself a jaw half-formed there are words
I will not say the muscle of my face smeared
with clay I am more than the worry I make I choose
my words carefully we now know some angels are more terrifying
than others our enemies are replaceable the stones behind their teeth
glow in moonlight compared to even a small star
the moon is tiny it is not God but the flower behind God I treasure”
“Maybe that retribution has grown vulgar, with sin now
inevitable as summer sweat. Most days I try hard to act human, to breathe
like a human and speak with the same flat language, but often
my kindness is clumsy—I stop a stranger to tie his shoe and
end up kissing his knees.”
“PRAYER
again I am thinking of self-love filled with self-love the stomach
of the girl who ate only hair was filled with hair they cut
it out when she died it formed a mold of her stomach reducing
a life to its most grotesque artifact my gurgling internal devotion
to myself a jaw half-formed there are words
I will not say the muscle of my face smeared
with clay I am more than the worry I make I choose
my words carefully we now know some angels are more terrifying
than others our enemies are replaceable the stones behind their teeth
glow in moonlight compared to even a small star
the moon is tiny it is not God but the flower behind God I treasure”
“Maybe that retribution has grown vulgar, with sin now
inevitable as summer sweat. Most days I try hard to act human, to breathe
like a human and speak with the same flat language, but often
my kindness is clumsy—I stop a stranger to tie his shoe and
end up kissing his knees.”
challenging
emotional
reflective
Loved it, favourite poems: Do you speak persian, Stop me if you’ve heard this one before , Heritage , Portrait of the Alcoholic three weeks sober, Unburnable the cold is flooding our lives
challenging
dark
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
dark
emotional
tense
fast-paced
very beautiful i enjoyed this very much. loved the style and imagery