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Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”

Meow Are You? Things I Like

everyone says 'prioritize your health' 'look after yourself' until they realize that making your wellbeing your first priority means making everything else a lower priority. and yeah, that's sometimes ok if it's temporary, but if those health issues are chronic? oh boy do they not like it when you actually take their advice. sometimes prioritizing your health means neglecting your work, your household chores, your social life. 'looking after yourself' means not putting your energy into looking after everyone else first. and the same people who tell you to prioritize your health will get upset with you when they realize it means you're no longer priorizing them.

if you have disabled or chronically ill people in your life and you extend them sympathy and tell them to look after themselves when they're feeling sick, but then you get upset at then because they keep canceling plans. please. reevaluate.

I wish more leftists took abelism seriously. Like more than just saying they support disabled people when asked, but seriously took it into their world view that some people just can not do the 'basic' and 'universal' tasks society expects of them. I wish there was actual acceptance that when people are unable to do basic tasks that it makes them uniquely vulnerable, and is not infact them not trying hard enough or being malicious

A year tomorrow, isnt it? Or was it today? I've lost track, at this point. Im sure it's tomorrow, though. I've done nothing but miss you for an entire year. Isnt that something? How we all yearn for someone? You're not coming back to me. I can't imagine a world where I get to run to you again. All I can do is miss you. Im not too sure why you unblocked me though. You're so odd

Let me ruin my eternal happiness with pointless, bitter thoughts 🫠

The little things in life remind me of you the most.

I taste you in my overly expensive pumpkin spice lattes

The soft patters of the rain ring of your calm laughter

Days where we cloudgazed, nights were never truly appreciated

I brush past strangers, scents overwhelm my senses

I cling onto what little I have of you

The limited time we had.

Sometimes I let my mind drift to what ifs

If you weren't concerned with conceited reputations

Looks from passerbys that do not matter

Actions that should've never occured

If I was into men

Letting go of what happened

Truths that echo through the chambers of my mind

Then I wake up from light slumbers and hold your sweater a little tighter

I miss you.