remember these things

i'm jessi hamilton. these are my fragments
i’m already missing winter.

i’m already missing winter.

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You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake…You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that.

Warsan Shire   (via youngfolksociety)

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i am skin

and bones -

vessels for feeling.

burning.

breaking.

holding on to things that i should

breathe in

and then out.

heaving heaviness into the earth.

pushing it back to where it came from.

and then putting one foot

in front of the other

and walking away.

chin up

like a cliche on the dusty road again.

and now, for my entire standup comedy routine, i’m going to read you other people’s online dating profiles.

#fromwhereistand

#fromwhereistand

This is my life. (For at least 40 hours a week.)

This is my life. (For at least 40 hours a week.)

when she calls to tell you they are putting the dog down,

she is crying.

so you think about the day they brought him home

and all of the life that happened since then.

he had been bleeding all morning, she said.

that’s how they found him.

and when his cheeks puffed up like chipmunks they knew.

it was time.

his last car ride was to the vet

where a table or floor or something sterile would greet him.

“hey, buddy”

they would probably hold his head in their hands, i imagined.

and whisper into his ears that they loved him.

and wonder, again, how a simple animal can bring such

a flood of regret

did we do everything?

does he know how much he means to us?

the weight of love is almost as heavy as

the pile of fur that will arrive, still

on sunday in the corner

where the light hits around 1 p.m.

it will be as if god is shining a spotlight

on what was.

until they bow to it.

armed with dustpan and broom.

cleaning the last bit of before

from what has become

now.

Your lips brought a storm
that left me trembling in its
wake; still, I hold on.

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you are a verb, fully conjugated.