Hi Pulpy poets! This month’s Late Night Poetry Club is “Shrinking”. There have been so many points lately where I myself have felt a kind of “shrinking”– a moment or day or week where I was feeling small, sad, nervous, or ready to disappear. March has been a busy month for me, and a month for revelations, some of which were too much for me to handle or immediately understand. Poetry and writing has always been extremely therapeutic to me– and each of these poems represents that, in some way, to me. Enjoy these amazing poems by some super awesome guest contributors (and me!)- xoxo, Essine
the burning and the agony
the burning is so slow.
the burning leaves us as shards of ash. not even
the breaking is almost
dust. the kind that falls under your nails,
into blood. you could call it
and the thoughts you only
lay to rest
when you’re between naps
and your last mouthful of wakeful.
who designates us pain?
suffering as a nickname.
we all know,
but we splint up our fingers
after their inevitable
the other way.
nine girls as
eyes narrowed in need
I stayed quiet and
I let them take the
apples off my tree
It pains me
to have you to myself —
alone, mine, now —
be unable to make the most
of the point in the night
when our silhouette mouths
join to say see you
when the sun comes up.
hair and dust and string like dead
things in and on, under my bed. A
pile of old pencil lead a list of things I
never said or did or bought. I’ve
often thought to clean it up but piles
are like mountains when your head is
like a peach and the vile patch inside
your ear leaks sweet, sweet nectar. A
hoarder, a collector. Of all things
sticky, dirty, grassy, opalescent in
the din. The fear of digging in.
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