Today's poem is by Emma Bolden
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Look at all of the girls I was. Stumble
stumped, pinafored, picking up the wrongdinner fork. And now that we're older I can't
tell her what she shouldn't hope for, can't tellher time tastes as flat as the cigarette she took
from Ben's mouth to smoke because she wantedto feel what wanting felt like. Poor child.
Look at all the loves she lost while lookingfor a love that would hurt in a way she could
translate into forever. Look at all that love,the well of sad songs we ginned into. How
do I tell her to believe in sadness as the mostachievable kind of beauty, in the sadness inside
of the beauty she thinks she should want to achieve?
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from River Styx
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