Dorothea Blythe
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Mostly, I write about longing, transformation, pain, and the strange tenderness that comes with being human.
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Palatability for the Corpse in My Poetry
I swear limerence is my default setting. I want. I want. I want. I want. Always to the side. I never know. You know? I hope so. I imagine. You in a crewneck. You rolling the sleeves of your button up. You in blue jeans. Or black jeans. Brushing the hair off my cheek. The colour of your car (I hope you have a car). Our kitchen.
By Dorothea Blythe6 months ago in Writers
i'm waiting for You
Make me slam every door I have left ajar. Suck the ache from my organs. Hold my hands. Dip them in gold. Make blood pacts with me in the backyard. Come to me, tender and teary. Pull my eyes, make them twitch. Plant meaning in the corners of my mouth. Part the sea. Bring me home. Take me out. Let me in. Brush my hair. Dissolve every thought I have had of another. Find God, prove it to me. Bring me flowers. Teach me. Wait for me. Meet my Father. Know me, love me anyway.
By Dorothea Blythe6 months ago in Poets
