Jane Hirshfield, Assay Only Glimpsable For An Instant

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May Swenson // https://www.instagram.com/sunlightafterdark/?hl=en

A doubt arousal

I will tell you it's not me

I am a product of virtues and vacancies

The next decision I take

Isn't mine at all

It is manipulated and churned

Ask me a technical term

I will define gaslighting

While defining gaslighting

If I add few irrelevant facts

Forgive me

I already am manipulated

my next few decisions

Aren't within my control

You have me saying it

But I am trained to say so

You have me telling truth

But I am schooled to say so

You have me telling lies

But I was prepared to sell those

If your guts gave you courage

I want you to believe me

When I say believe me

If you doubt yourself right now

Do it

Wear off yourself

Do it

descrate yourself

Do it

Cleave the thoughts you holding

Do it (yourself)

Severely impotent right?

wait I know it's not you

And now you know it's not me

It as it is defined

Is gaslighting

It ain't red lettered alright ?

This definitely is narcissism.

NARCISSISM IS A RACE

[transcript: 1. “god, god, what do i do/after all this survival?” 2. “he was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival.” 3. “her suffering was her armor. gradually it became her skin. then she could not take it off.” 4. “enduring things is what you do best. gritting your teeth and bearing them.” 5. “i am going to make it through this year if it kills me/i am going to make it through this year if it kills me.” end transcript.]

traci brimhall/maggie stiefvater/jeanette winterson/han kang/the mountain goats

“To begin with I like words.”

— Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

YOU GOT TO BELIEVE IN POETRY CAUSE EVERYTHING IN THIS LIFE, INCLUDING YOU WILL FAIL YOU.

i wish i knew you when i was young

“wish i knew you” the revivalists // word of honor/山河令 , 天涯客/ faraway wanderers // “it’s a miracle we ever met” hallie bateman // “the great believers” rebecca m // @poeticsuggestions // “tim i wish you were born a girl” montreal // @dogmotifs // “come under the covers” walk the moon

Eileen Myles, "Sleepless." I Must Be Living Twice: New and Selected Poems 1975 - 2014