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Zara shorts (similar)
H&M sandals
Mango sunglasses
Vintage necklace (similar)
Linjer ring (c/o) (similar)
Daisy London earrings (c/o)
Location: Mimoza – Spetses, Greece
…because I’m walking through the ruins of the life I thought I’d live and this is how I catalogue the artifacts I find along the way. Because I hope you’re happy now but it’s not that simple for me. My emotions are a cacophonous chaos and writing dampens the noise sometimes, temporarily. Some days, I feel exposed and words are the only way I know to cover myself. I am a pitcher full of metaphors – if I don’t pour them out on paper, I’ll overflow. My anger is shapes and those shapes form letters. Because keeping secrets is like buying gowns to decorate the inside of your closet. And because English is still missing so many of the adjectives that I need to describe particular subtypes of wonder and awe; someone needs to invent them, why not me? This isn’t just about me, though. We are all missing those descriptors. Language is not yet specific enough to properly illustrate the rare joy of noiselessly replacing a book before leaving a library. This is a search. We need to find a way to express ourselves beyond the confines of a vocabulary that limits us to what we almost, sort of, might mean.
Note: When they ask me why I write poetry, I tell them… is a writing prompt from Alyssa Harmon that I stumbled upon unexpectedly. While I don’t normally share much of my actual writing work in this space (and said, as recently as 2019, that I didn’t write poems anymore… which was true then, but is not now), this is a piece I wanted to put out there. Just because it felt right.
