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You are not surprised when I tell you
a spotted hyena at the zoo is killing itself,
gnawed from paw to knee, and no one

can figure out why it wants
to destroy itself. You tell me you found
a coyote’s leg in a spring trap once.

You knew that an animal, in its wildness,
would chew through its tendons, snap
its own bones. There are parts of ourselves

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the slowest
most effective way to kill yourself 
is to drown in another person
some boys are just like that
eyes like green or brown puddles

a child can drown in just two inches of water
ive done more with less

“The fundamental fact about all of us is that we’re alive for a while but will die before long. This fact is the real root cause of all our anger and pain and despair. And you can either run from this fact or, by way of love, you can embrace it.”


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I didn’t know the names
of the flowers-now
my garden is gone.

Another year
has past-the world
is no different.

Cities of boys
are in their graves,
and in this town…

The moon over the roof,
worms in the garden.
I rent this house.

Drinking my tea
Without sugar-
No difference.


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Although
the cricket’s song
has no words,
still,
it sounds like sorrow.

Izumi Shikibu


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No blame. Anyone who wrote Howl and Kaddish ( Read more... )

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"The only darkness we should allow into our lives is the night,
and even then, we have the moon."
-- Warsan Shire


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The Summer Day

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed,
how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
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