A EULOGY OF MEMORIES
sounds like the name of some
midwest emo band from columbus
and I’m nineteen again waking up
an hour before everyone else to
put concealer all over my face —
sure I know they’re not worried
about the state of my skin but
it makes it easier to look them
in the eye and if you turn to
the west you’ll see the playground
of my elementary school where
I saw the word fuck written out
for the first time and someone (it
might have been me) busted their
lip on the railing from swinging
on their feet trusting the air
to catch them — it never does —
so here we are
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
23 | Chicago
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The Opera House
10/24/25 4:37am I’m the most sober I’ve been since sober meant anything and Chicago must not believe in autumn anymore because I’ve already got my earmuffs attached to my bag any time I leave the house but it’s not so bad unless my fingers get itchy then it means it’s too cold too fast I just hope my medication isn’t expired because God knows I don’t have the means to pay for it or most things at this point and I’ll blame it on everything except my own will because it doesn’t weigh my arms down as much and they’ve been hurting at night so maybe it’s the breakthrough the doctors have been looking for maybe it’s the key to whatever hypothesis involves the need for a snot rag and numb lips maybe it’s ancient scripture or hieroglyphics and maybe when it’s all done it’ll reveal a map to the Opera House and I won’t have any choice but to spend the last ball on two tickets to The Winter’s Tale and I’ll remember how serotonin doesn’t have to taste like a respiratory infection it can just exist inside me and leave without any weak link or toe-holed sock or empty dispensers of longing
By Olivia Dodge2 months ago in Poets
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I loved this! Wonderful rhythm and the way it ended perfectly capped the tone of the entire poem.