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Inre

by bittergrapes

I am always in want with things, the tip of my tongue always seeking ripest fruit, deeper water, slake an everlasting thirst; and you. The flaxen glimmer of your hair. A certainty of sailing, navigating sleeping lands, new moon the only light. Kärna, a taste I always yearned for, heart-balm, a silent voice.
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bittergrapes

Disabled, transgender, mentally ill poet living in Chicago, studying English at University of Illinois-Chicago. I hope to study gender and sexuality in archaeology at University of Edinburgh.

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jwiener
The different images in this poem having to do with eating and drinking are very strong, because when we are hungry, that is a type of pain, but when we are full of food, we have reached our desires and that is the type of story you tell. Check out "poetry writing tips" under the "resources" section for even more ideas!

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