8/19/24
Will you be here tomorrow around 8? I’m always here. It’s like tomorrow is some sort of handshake between two strangers, uncomfortable and clammy and I’m not looking forward to my palm touching something other than your skin. I’m being as brave as I can. I write of chests and God and the ugly that sits between me and my bed. I talk to men because they thank me for it. I’m a child and I’m a stranger and I’m never brave when I need to be. You can meet me where they hibernate in the winter but if my pelt is too thick I can’t take it off. I can give you a knife but the blood won’t stop. It’s all for nothing and it’s all for everything and it’s all for you. You are here and we are shaking hands and I like the way you say Thank you.
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
23 | Chicago
ig: l1vyzzzz & lntlmate
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GRIEVING ME
Any feeling at all is something worth having. I hope if you remember anything it’s that I tried every day to feel something more. That I begged God to show me how. I stood in our sunroom surrounded by everything I loved and I cried to no one. It never lasted more than a second. I hope you remember the way I said I love you. The way I squeezed you but could never say what it meant. I hope you know what it meant. You can let the anger wash your wrists and I won’t be there to stare deadly at them. To smile with only my lips. I tried to show it in my eyes. I care for you. I watched your chest breathe like an infant. I want you to be cared for. You can give away my things. You can sell them or burn them if it makes you feel better. I want you to do something with the feelings I could never feel myself. Any feeling at all is something worth having. So when you feel relieved I hope you know I am too.
By Olivia Dodgeabout a year ago in Poets
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