Author Archives: jesslyn delia
knowing.
(twelve years later) i just put the single most painful experience of my entire life into writing for the first time (ever). now i’m not so sure if it was really the sex, or the drugs, and i’m not sure … Continue reading
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dear february.
dear february, i’m sorry for all the bad things i said to you and about you and behind your back. you are cold and cruel, but you are lovely also. you didn’t hurt me; i hurt myself & tried to … Continue reading
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dawn.
a stampede broke the glasses we used for our seeing and drinking, and i was already drunk: my heart bled for a year. on the arm of my couch like it hadn’t your tongue melted mine with the lights from … Continue reading
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2011 memory scrapbook.
because it’s the first day of 2012 and everything, and because i’m spending my day in my bed in my blankets with the window open and with a cup of bottomless coffee and gunther for company, i thought i’d take … Continue reading
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house.
there is a spoon in my house that isn’t really a spoon at all. it isn’t mine; it was just here when i moved in & probably belongs to my roommate. anyway the spoon is mostly flat. it still functions … Continue reading
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afraid.
the thought of spiders used to scare me. i could never lean against stone walls, especially beneath porch lights. or the thought of serial rapists behind my shower curtain when i’d come home late from work, or not wearing a … Continue reading
weather.
an attraction less halted, more swept with the streets by the salt trucks he tells me it’s been a long year, thinned like the bottoms of socks we would fold on his bed, deflated like bellies emptied for summer, bites … Continue reading
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december poem.
you fall between two alphabetically, a place they have both been before, on bleachers in snow i fall for the drywall, the bottles of wine if you were not you i would reach for wrought iron the gate would swing … Continue reading
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areola.
the flesh was reconnected within days, healed against his urgency, my will a seamless graft protracting his old bruises, tearing at the stitches never sewn on louder nights i’m vacant, more cavity than full, or all i am less chunks … Continue reading
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